We set our before the Labor Day, sharing a sweet night with red wine together to keep our fingers crossed for a beautiful day tomorrow.

So fortunately, a good day was coming after we got up, like the days we were coming together.

Back to our old days, we got to know each other, we chat, we tell the story of ourselves, we share, then, I picked the problems, I fired the quarrel, I cried, you came to me and comforted me like the host touch his pretty pet so gently. Never give me up!

As time goes by, three years were gone in our crossed hands. In Chinese tradition, three means one, that is, the fate is decided by the three.

My dear, we just now shared our first three, opening our heart to enjoy!

This time is our first picnic in our sweet three years, so wonderful. Set out in the early morning, have delicious breakfast, and fight our way to White Cloud Mountain.

Fixed a grassplot, we unwind our equipment to start our first picnic. Just show you the description of our situation—he was reading the newspaper bought this morning, I was listening the radio and sewing and mending a bag for him, and together we eating so many snacks.

There was an episode astonishing us—when I felt tired to sew and mend, I asked for his help, to my surprise, just after his threading twice, my needle snapped between his tight fingers. How it happened on him! Oh, my god!

What a wonderful and meaningful day! More much better days are waiting for us; I believe and Let us to create!