I wrote New Year cards all afternoon.

  There are only ten days left for this year. Time really flies !  As we grow older, we feel as if the same kind of hings happened repeatedly. Nature changes in the same way every year. In spring, snow melts, and fresh leaves come out, and the same flowers come out in the same places. Summer comes, and it gets warmer, of course, and the mountains and fields are covered with green all over. In autumn and winter, the landscapes look the same as in the previous year. Now, it is December, and people are busy preparing for Christmas and for the coming new year. Every kind of stores are struggling to sell as many things as possible as Christmas and year end sales. It was the last day to buy the year-end lottery, but we had forgotten to buy them. We had bought them every year, but had never won.