The eighth day of the Chinese New Year. I'm still working on my assignment. Besides, I have to get prepared for tomorrow, the first day of the new semester. How I wish I could go out strolling and beaming in the sun on this last day of the winter vacation! It was recalling the last staza of the poem by Robert Frost that kept me stuck on my chair:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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