Diary on the Seventeenth Day

Diary on the Seventeenth Day

Raining outside. The silhouette of the South Mountain is in mist.

Today is the seventeenth day of my writing here, more than half a month. In the past days I wrote almost twenty short articles, concerning traveling, emotion, friendship and even technique of writing. Only one day of the seventeen days passed without writing, on which I had simply some pictures displayed.

Outside sound the sounds of drums, horns, and then loud cracking of bianpao, which remind me of the comming of the lunar new year.

The reading of my single article has reached over 450 times, which in the first week was only 43. A marvelous progress! In the first week, due to the too few responses to what I had produced, I couldn’t imagine such a dramatic uproar.

I am delighted to have my articles published here. In the coming days, because of the encouragement from the reading, I will try to write more and better.