Thursday, 22 December

I woke up early in the morning and studied English. My situation is so awful like this. Psychologically speaking I feel great pain. I know that as I grow older my spirit will not be very good and my memory will diminish so that I could easily forget what I have learned in languages. I can only encourage myself that I should learn as people have done in the past by practicing Chinese calligraphy as a pastime to forget their own pains.

In the afternoon, I continued to construct the door of the wine rack in the cellar.

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