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Click on the photo to zoom in the photo. This is a transcript of Mid-term exams. And my Java programming class is also an A, which is not displayed here.

I have never experienced Halloween before in China. In my childhood I thought it was a very strange festival. I still remeber the feeling when I sat before the TV to watch the movies from Disney of themes of Halloween. It sounds scary, but exactly not scary at all. Actually it is funny. Today I saw a bunch of people wearing a high and large hat , a skull mask, or other weird decorations. They walked on the street, say hello to each other and praise the decorations on their clothes and hair. Also, there are some Americans choose not to celebrate Halloween.

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。