hello world I want to write a lot of diaries of myself in english. I also want to say a lot of words of myself in english. In my opinion, the existence of the language is not for testing mechanically or flauting with those persons who are uninterested, and even not for pursuing the competence. It's purely a quest for language itself, its pleasure and anxiety from inner to outer, its enormous significance between persons to persons. In a word, it should be an art, a new horizon and the way of thinking something differently. But it's a great jeer for me.It's seems that I am being in a ridiculous dilemma. For one thing, I cherish an urgent enthusiasm for it like a small kid. For another thing, I can't harbor the courage that communicate them who I want to talk in everytime and everywhere like a small kid.I have burdened too much for other's perspectives, I can't break through where I live, I can't do as an elite do like engage a private tutor or attend an utility course and so on. Additionally, my eyes is too delicate for radiation to learn from the web too much time. What I only possess at present is a scarce resource I've gotten and a heart of abounding conviction and enjoyment. Please listen! A slight voice from the Orient is saying: hello world! Thank you for much!