Part of my life was erased and added later with new faces,new things, and adventures since blogger was shut down in the country I live in.I learn to endure the most unbearable sorrows and enjoy the least delightful moment;magically,the rhythm of my life slowed down.Things I am trying to do become miscellaneous.I expect what happens next in the short life of human beings more eagerly than before.

Yifan,my uncle's son, is two years old now.He has been my companion in the weekends, and me his idol,from whom he imitates every alien gesture and sound which are different from his own.

Victor,plus Camilo were the new acquaintances,then,intimate pals.I need to chat with others if my old friends prefer to chat with their soul mates.=)

I have to study literature now,this time,George Eliot,a British Victorian writer,the author of Adam Bede.

See you.