today is “the work date”, i must make an all day work. i am idling bored, then takes up the knife to cut the clear plastic. unexpectedly, the knife slid on the clear plastic down, has sheared a knife on mine finger. i do not dare to be called the sound, for fear that is heard by mother. therefore, i pretend the appearance calmly to enter the bathroom, the water used wash cleanly the wound, pasted a wound to paste, then returned to the seat to start again to write the work earnestly. . . .