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I don’t know why I feel a little tired.

I arrived here two months ago. I was busy in that period, busy doing something I have to do. Now I think I have a little time spare so that I can write down my diary at last. “At last, my arm is complete again.” This was what Sweeney Todd said, which is very similar to my situation. However, I will never use a pen to write down the blood from my heart any more. Writing with a pen feels like destroying myself. I don’t want that way, too hurt, too blue.

今天跟几个中国朋友坐在一起聊天，提到教会和很多笑翻全桌的事情。

中秋节那一天，两地都没有月亮。那边台风暴雨，这边乌云密布。一下子，把劳动人民的二十四节气规律打破了。而今天，那轮月亮出现在窗外，明亮无比，缺了一块，像月的长睫毛盖住了眼白一般的静谧。这月亮没有朗照，地上万家灯火，却掩盖不了沉默的黑暗。