我的天

I didn’t write in English for a long time. Today someone left a comment in my blog. It seemed she was very surprised and admired my English blog essays as diaries everyday a year ago. Before long I have sworn I would write in English again in here. Now, I am degenerated, I even don’t know how to make a sentence frequently. The biggest problem is my expression instead of my vocabulary. It’s the first time such situation comes to me.

The index photo is my little son. He was made in wood and plastic. The wood of making head and the body was come from the useless part of my wood model. The arms were made of the rest frame of my plastic ship model. Can you guess what are the legs made of? My gel ink core and the copper telephone wire join the part of my little son together. Making such kind of little toy is my interested. Every little thing can turn to be useful if direct in a right way. In this way, I like collecting plenty of little thing, because of this, my mother always murmur. Once some spirit comes to me, I will move ahead, just do it. During the process, you have to learn to solve the problem by your self. After the finished product comes out, my mother will nag me again, about what rubbish I have left and how dirty I have made. This is the necessary payment of creating.

The night before yesterday, I sent my translation of chapter 24 to my teacher. Right now, I have received his reply. I can feel his happiness because of my hard working. Maybe there’s only a few student finish that translation. It’s really an unthinkable job for them but not for me. The last year of this time, I have started my first translation. Nevertheless, every translation will be a total new challenge for me. Last year, maybe no one have noticed my work, however, now even though my translation was not so good, at least two people will read it.

I like DIY little thing by myself and others. My little son seemed roughness, but can you make it, have you ever thought about created such thing with your waste?