My father is a sensitive man，he does not like others mentioning that，he did not finish his senior high school. At that time，his family was too poor to support his learning，and he quarreled with his teacher，because that man scolded him and laughed at him in class. He went out to find a job，he was smart and learnt architecture by himself.In 90s China，there were too many chances，boss did not mind if you had a Certificate .My father worked with undergraduates，but he did not like the time when others asked him where he graduated .He thought about this problem and had a response：I graduated from the society university，because at that time， a book from Russia was very famous—《мои университеты》.That writer learnt everything by himself，just as my father. But I had another edition.When my mother fell in love with him，once they talked in a park，my father told her that problem.My mother liked reading and just right read that book，so she gave that humorous answer to my father. Now my father worked in a factory .For the economic crisis in China，he could not support his construction company. Every time when he drives in this city，he always tells me the name of every buildings he built.He remembers evey road in this city，every story when he constructed them with his team and partners. Once when we walked in someplace I was not familiar to，he suddenly stopped and said ：there was a farmland ，after constructing we lived here and sent you to a kindergarten，which you did not like. A strange picture suddenly appeared in front of me ：It was snowing heavily, and my father walked to work in the light blue snow. I would never fogot this picture，because at that day，I was allowed not to go to that kindergarten for the heavy snow，and my father treaded lightly on the blue snow, with a series of footprints，like a bird.

Diary not going out ，just staying in home I got up late this morning，cooked for myself ，watched a video from my favourite Chinese journalist Chai Jing ，wrote something about my thoughts of that video，and played phone games for nearly 5 hours. When I was playing phone games，I found my ability to win just went up and down，which made me anxious and angry.I kept playing ，thinking，shouting ，regreting for what I had done and sighing. At 9 pm，I started to cook a very big meal to comfort myself.I fried eggplants ，meats ，green pepers，light green pepers red peppers and mixed them up. I boiled noodles and rice cakes and mixed them up.I like to dip them in milk.but if I did that，I could not eat my all meal，so I had to give it up. Then I fried 2 eggs ，mixed them with shallots . After that，I ate them with satisfaction. I also boiled chicken for my cat.He is poor，he likes eating prowns，but he is allergic to them.He also likes chicken but not that likes. I had dinner with my cat. Nowadays，when my mother is not here，I like to have dinner with my cat .He is interested in what I eat.He likes to smell them and licks his nose ，not eating them.He is polite，when he wants to eat，he would eat them after these 2 actions，so I have time to remove the plate.But I do not mind his tasting of milk. He has his own taste，only the most expensive milk interests him.He is a gastronome .I am also a gastronome of milk，but I also like other brands of milk.

Composition: A Bad Dream Max found himself standing on a vast plain. Thirsty, he spotted a river nearby and drank some water. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound. It was emanating from the bushes. To his horror, a giant snake emerged and began to chase him. Max screamed and ran for his life; it was a terrifying ordeal. The snake looked hungry for certain. He ran and ran, his heart pounding in his chest. Eventually, he stumbled upon a large bin and quickly hid inside. The snake, confused by Max's sudden disappearance, couldn't find him. After a while, it gave up and slithered away. Only then did Max dare to breathe quietly and carefully escape from his hiding spot. Abruptly, Max was awake. It had all been a dream. He realized he was perspiring heavily, all because of his nightmare.

Have you ever imagined that you stay in a dark and quiet room alone? When I was a child, i wouldn't, but I like it when I grew up. When I am stay in a room without light ,nosiy and others, I usually can easily empty my mind. When I don'tthink about the annoying things, my body becomes relaxed, too. I gently put my arms and legs on bed, closemy eyes which gives me a feeling that the whole world belongs to me. All the bad things begin to go far away from me. My body begin to sink in a endless dark place without being afraid of drowning. Then I will fall asleep and travel in another space in the dreams . I feel energetic after waking up. All the things around me become clear and ture, and the things have made me to be sad before don't look that important. All the stress disapper! I become kind and popular. A great day strats!

I am learning a bit of ChatGPT these days. I love ChatGPT since it helps a lazy person like me in so many things. I had underrated ChatGPT for such a long time because I thought I already knew how to use it all. Now, I am amazed at it!

Like magic, to see different persona in the same person when chatting with a language partner. If it is true that people can never be themselves outside of their mother language, then we have four persons here for language exchanging. Wait! Can I be myself in mother language? There is difference between what I say and what I think, and difference between what I think and the flashing before I think. Peeling off layer by layer—where the language exists is where the self vanishes. Just admit I'm a person without self, and to say, to talk, to be relaxed.

Anakin Skywalker. His teacher burned him. He didn't die, but he changed a lot... Anakin Skywalker, who was before, "died". Now there is Darth Vader...

In Harry Potter movies, the death of Snape makes me heartbroken. Even if I know that he doesn't die in reality. I can't help it.

I remember, one day I was eating 찹쌀수제비 (glutinous rice dumpling soup), and I saw a man in the resturant. He said "Wow, this is really good for health" while he was eating the same food. He looked like he truly believe and enjoy the food. Since then, I always make sure to say those exact words before I eat it like him and 찹쌀수제비 became my favourite food. I think it's kinda placebo effect. Things go as we believe.