i have more and more know what i want  to do precisely and how to do it here, but the camera is just refusing to work, again. meanwhile,  my passion for learning uyghur language is more and more increasing … what it means is i just can not move, stay at the same place, no hanging out, i am not hanging, i have planted myself here. not moving one single inch.

snow again, while my first glancing out of the window, i see those white thing flying and flying there, is this a jest? i was thinking the spring is just showing, i already felt the weak heat these days.

let’s dance for a while, my dear .