Last weekend, I invited my friends to a picnic on account of the fantastic weather. All of us haven’t met with each other since we graduated from the senior high school. At the park which was thick with our joint memory, everyone had a blast chatting when we prepared the food. The sun was blistering, we perspiring a lot immediately. We were so uncomfortable that we were longing for being touched by refreshing wind.
Once upon a time, in a village lived a man who always thought he was so useless that he couldn't create anything awesome. He locked himself in his bedroom every day. He wanted to do something meaningful, but he was afraid of the failure.