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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。

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。