Work as much as "cook a meal," a playful little, the teacher's serious "inhibition" the laughter of the Miao, the pressure of the heavy, "created" in the dreams of us - growing pains. Open the heavy book of memories, that little thoughts, perhaps tired of back and some memories back.
"At first" arrive, I am a fragile being "enemy" aimed at the "vulnerability" opened a fierce shot, that vulnerable, I, in the "blood" at the expense of ground could be a "sleeping inside burning the midnight oil to see volume, Dreaming rang Beishi "and I once again stood up. Those days are dark, puzzled me, and learn and sometimes I have to find a seat has not yet withered and yellow grass, and sometimes a desk, windowsill side to see the rows of trees standing in the distance is hard, for the only be able to issue a final touch of Brilliant Green. What are those trees? I have no way of knowing what effect this relationship? As long as they are trees, would be sufficient. When I looked at them a daze, the heart will be a myriad of thoughts, when my eyes back to the tree when the mood suddenly see the light, the pressure disappeared and instead engaged in learning among busy.
