哇。。。已经有一段时间没在网上日记里留言了。。最近比较忙，忙到连小学生写给我的信件，我都没法在预定的时间里回复。一个星期内都需要到几间中小学去。要加油哦！
三个星期前，我开始天天早上5点起床，刷牙洗脸，穿上运动鞋，跑步去了。每次都会不间断的跑上45分钟。虽然流了一身的汗，可是都会觉得很精神，很开心，很健康。=)
有时早上睡不醒的时候，我就会改成在傍晚8点的时候跑步。Hehe…=P
我发现我爱上了跑步时的感觉，还有跑步是可能碰到的际遇。跑步的时候，看到路上也有一些志同道合的人在跑步，是一种鼓励；跑步跑到一半，突然有个小女孩怦怦跳跳地跑出来抱住你，是一种又有趣又好笑的惊喜。Haha…
还有跑步时经过的小公园里，有我喜欢的秋千。有一次还碰上了两位小朋友，跟他们一起当起秋千来，感觉就好像自己回到了快乐的童年。就好像Shuhui在她送给我的纸飞机上这样写着- ‘Little Vivien stopped work one day, out on a walk and off to play. She saw the flats that brought her back to her childhood when nothing was sad.’ 那时候，我和Shuhui在工作的附近散步，看着一座座的组屋，让我回想起小时候总会对每一个家里的人与设计感到好奇。
When I read the dedication segment in the book ‘The Little Prince’, I can’t help but laugh at its brilliance. It says:
TO LEON WERTH
I ask children to forgive me for dedicating this book to a grown-up. I have a serious excuse: this grown-up is the best friend I have in the world. I have another excuse: this grown-up can understand everything, even books for children. I have a third excuse: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs to be comforted. If all these excuses are not enough, then I want to dedicate this book to the child whom this grown-up once was. All grown-ups were children first. (But few of them remember it.) So I correct my dedication:
TO LEON WERTH
WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE BOY
三个星期前，我开始天天早上5点起床，刷牙洗脸，穿上运动鞋，跑步去了。每次都会不间断的跑上45分钟。虽然流了一身的汗，可是都会觉得很精神，很开心，很健康。=)
有时早上睡不醒的时候，我就会改成在傍晚8点的时候跑步。Hehe…=P
我发现我爱上了跑步时的感觉，还有跑步是可能碰到的际遇。跑步的时候，看到路上也有一些志同道合的人在跑步，是一种鼓励；跑步跑到一半，突然有个小女孩怦怦跳跳地跑出来抱住你，是一种又有趣又好笑的惊喜。Haha…
还有跑步时经过的小公园里，有我喜欢的秋千。有一次还碰上了两位小朋友，跟他们一起当起秋千来，感觉就好像自己回到了快乐的童年。就好像Shuhui在她送给我的纸飞机上这样写着- ‘Little Vivien stopped work one day, out on a walk and off to play. She saw the flats that brought her back to her childhood when nothing was sad.’ 那时候，我和Shuhui在工作的附近散步，看着一座座的组屋，让我回想起小时候总会对每一个家里的人与设计感到好奇。
When I read the dedication segment in the book ‘The Little Prince’, I can’t help but laugh at its brilliance. It says:
TO LEON WERTH
I ask children to forgive me for dedicating this book to a grown-up. I have a serious excuse: this grown-up is the best friend I have in the world. I have another excuse: this grown-up can understand everything, even books for children. I have a third excuse: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs to be comforted. If all these excuses are not enough, then I want to dedicate this book to the child whom this grown-up once was. All grown-ups were children first. (But few of them remember it.) So I correct my dedication:
TO LEON WERTH
WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE BOY
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