Dearest Cindy,
Within the sanctuary of my abode, a tapestry of regulations weaves a steady rhythm for my days. These are the rules I cherish, for they are the threads that spin the fabric of my well-being. Each dawn, as the world stirs to life at the half past six bell, I too arise, ready to embrace the day's pursuits.
Before the sun ascends to its throne, I partake in the ritual of exercise, a dance of limbs that energizes my being, a prelude to the breakfast that follows. So begins my journey to the halls of learning, where the mind is nourished.
As the clock strikes five and the hands of time rest at the forty-minute mark past five, I return to the haven of home. Alas, my friends must wait, for the sacred duty of homework calls. In the quiet of my room, I weave solutions and spin the threads of knowledge, my pen dancing across the page.
Television, a window to other worlds, is mine to enjoy, but only once my scholarly chores are complete. Then, as the hour hand nears the ninth hour and the half, I retire to the solace of my bed, where dreams await to paint the canvas of my slumber. My days may be full, yet they are filled with a joy that comes from a life in balance.
Ever yours, Zhao Liang