In order to finish the novel translation, I didn't go back home to spend the festival with mum,which may make her feel a little bit disappointed and lonely. Actually I am lonely,too. Very very lonesome. Sitting in the chair on the sixth floor of the library, I try hard to concentrate on my work. But you know how difficult it is. Fireworks and firecrakers are underway. I looked out of the window, quietly appreciating the beautiful,short-lived fireworks. I always think fireworks are really really sentimental. Their gorgeous lives may just last for several seconds. Then forgotten forever.
Happy yesterday.
Happy today.
Happy everyday.
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