Why do I learn English? Once upon a time, I read a picture book named The Missing Piece. The incomplete circle is looking for its missing piece. There are difficulties and obstacles on the road as well as beautiful sceneries. After suffering difficulties, the circle finds its missing piece, and it's intact finally. However, the circle rolls faster and faster because of its integrity. It cannot enjoy the sceneries on the road any more: it can't smell the flowers, race with the beetles, play with butterflies, and even sing out any more. The circle is unhappy. Later, it realizes what the problem is. It leaves the missing piece which has been found and restart to find another one. Afterwards, the incomplete circle can sing and play with the butterflies again. That's the end. I think my life at the moment is just like the circle which has found the missing piece. I've been a housewife for almost one year. I feel that it is intact for a housewife -- I've got a great husband and an adorable daughter, what's more, my parents are very healthy. But to be an individual, it's too intact. It rolls too fast to see the sceneries on the road. Every day is the same day. Just rolls fast. When I realize it, I think I should leave the so-called integrity and restart to find another missing piece. However, English is rightly my missing piece at this period. I'm not really very good at English. My quantity of vocabulary is not much. I can only speak with foreigners for a few minutes. If a bit longer, my spoken shortcoming will be revealed thoroughly. But I want to speak English as a native speaker and find a good job which needs to use English instead of being a boring housewife. I know I still have a long way to go. However, no matter how hard the way is, I believe there will be beetles, butterflies, flowers and songs with me.