This morning, when we were eating breakfast, I found a book related to “Dream of the red Mansions“ on a chair, which was bought for my daughter who will enter her high school at September.

I said that the key point was to read it up but not just bought books. I remember when I was young, I had a dream to be a writer, then I repeatedly borrowed a same book related to “Dream of the red Mansions“, the library staff asked me why I repeatedly borrowed that book, I just smiled, but didn’t answered.

I was ashamed to answer that question, because it was time to turn back the library when I hadn’t start to read it yet. But I still had the dream being a writer, therefore I borrowed the book again.