I don't know if I've ever written a log with this title, in fact, I've written seven or eight hundred logs over the years, and I don't know what kind of title to choose so that it won't be repeated, but the festival is repeated every year, and it's Christmas again, maybe I have to write something to prove that this day existed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's been more than a month since I injured my right foot, and it looks like it's going to continue until next year, so I hope it will get better soon. My novels are written very slowly, and I wish I could write more so that my book friends can read them. I hope that in 2014 I will no longer be single, with someone to accompany me, and I will not hold on to the cold armrests of a chair when I watch a movie, but by her soft little hands. I hope that I and my family and friends are healthy and safe. I hope that the world will have more love, and everyone will take more care of the natural animals and the environment, so that we can live in a better world...... With so many wishes, I don't know if Santa Claus is busy or not.

It turns out that the twisted melon is not sweet, and the diary written by the strong is meaningless. I still don't know what to write, a diary is to have feelings, there is no emotion to urge, just like a typewriter, the recent diary is getting less and less, it may be that if you don't write for a long time, there will be no state. In the past, I could write several articles a day, and I had to put it in the draft box to press it again after writing, and those inspirations were as frequent as the **** of teenagers, and the letterhead they wrote was like the toilet paper they used, and it took several times a day to be satisfied.

Maybe my inspiration has not dried up, but my brain has become rigid and dull, and I should change my life and no longer sit in front of the computer in chaos...... When I wrote this, I suddenly found that this sentence was very familiar, it seemed to be said a few years ago, but life has not changed much. The afternoon wind was blowing outside the window, and the sun was shining outside the window, and it seemed that I should go out for a walk, standing on the withered yellow grass, waiting for spring to come.

Another year has passed, and I have done something. Year after year, as if it were yesterday.