At a Sunday morning

"Sunday morning
At a Sunday morning, the clock was ringing. Oh it was 7:30.I got up after the jow. I did some cooking for myself. Oh you see, it looks nice. While I preparing the breakfast, suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. I was affrighted by it. And a pan dropped at the floor, It was broken into pieces.
It is very simple and usual. But I think true life can express true me. I love my life."

-Hauyuan Lin