Theweatherisveryhottoday,theblueskyandthewhitecloudsareverypretty,themountainiscoveredbythegreentrees.Ilookupandseeaheart-shapedcloudonthesky,itmovesslowly,butsoon,itisalreadygone.IneverrememberthedateifIdon’twritethediary,nowistheseventhdayoftheAugust,andlet’sbeginmydiarytoday.

WellI’mthinkingwhatIcanwritetoday?IsurfedtheInternetamomentagoand—guesswhat—nothinghappened,therewerenobodythatIwanted—likedearDu,orWang—ontheQQ,it’sterrible!I’msoboringandnoonecanbringmehappiness?Ohmy!

TodayIreadabook,ittellsastoryofalion’slife.Thecoverofthebookisacutelittlelion,ithasblack,roundeyesandverylovelyhair,evenitsteethweresoooooooooocool.Ireadthebookandthen—Iwanttobuyalittlecutelionforme!Oh,thelionissooooolovely,itisevencuterthanmylittlecousin.

Andnow,let’stalkabouttheplants.Ilovethegreen,prettyplants,itletmefeelverygood.Mymomlikeplantstoo,shealsobuysplantssometimes,butmostofthem,inmyhouse,weredied.It’sabluestoryyouknow…Well,atHongKong,there’sateacherwholovesplanting,sheplantsmanyflowersandherbs(草本植物),likealoes（芦荟）,Phalaenopsis（蝴蝶兰）,andoneoftheplantsevengrowanewfern（蕨类）.

Ok,thediaryisovertoday,andIwillwritelesstomorrow.