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2007 people in a chilly winter night arrived. The same as another reincarnation
Piao night a year ago. Shiny red lights singing four of the Phoenix Mountains. Covered with colorful balloons in the corner of the classroom, I quietly return to the thoughts right there. I am not happy, though it has been talks about laughing.
month later, I owned a home on the train. This is my last winter vacation student. Melting of the ice festival together, into tears, and with the snow on the roof crashing to the sound of firecrackers inside. When the Man of incense in the air to disperse, I was back pack, to another strange place.
noisy and old came to this city. I looked at sunrise and sunset. The sun always shone people sleepy. Always wanted to sleep, because dreams do not have certainty, without duplicity, or face laughing too tired.
night, I am like a ghost, cruising the streets in the city. Squandered the money and it is more valuable than time. I stopped at an American fast food restaurant outside the window, which has tables and chairs, as well as Chang Buwan song. Favorite songs, all nice, no matter old or front. So run to take buy MP3 [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], drunk in their own world.
again set foot on the meadow in the June graduation. Still in the shade, but not a pair of red and black shoes. Later that day we remember his departure into the cup to drink, then stagger
feast after all, is to be scattered. Does not seem too memorable. Anyway, have been dispersed.
I returned to this messy place. Continue to muddy chaos chaotic day, looking up at sunrise and sunset.
One day, a friend let me see the network he wrote novels. I thought, maybe he can be a director. A tragedy of the director. Suddenly remembered the tragedy of that sentence is not hate, but fear played sad corner, as rain falls do not care, just do not want to take the piece of the muddy road. Picked up and put down the pen, I do not know what kind way of describing everything, so I do not know the so-called trance.
later [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I have my own blog. Cars imported to the feeling of endless river. Even so passing will always be forgotten in a cold corner.
the autumn came, people harvest the holiday cheer. From August 15 the family reunion of old friends to meet Hong Chongyang. Holidays, in addition to the occasional few blessings, but also gave me reason to indulge. However, the silence of anesthesia has changed to be more real. Used to go out after dinner, after dinner walk. I seem to have care Weizui bitter cold wind outside. Let it ravaged my body drilled. I went into the supermarket, remember that there are books to read. I try to understand to see what is turned over to such a page.
outside the supermarket, the wind, Yela. Loosen the leaves and branches in the hand of the moment, they thought, this moment has become forever. Bleak autumn achievements roots more Hu Hua's eternal farewell. Every day, the book will turn a few pages. When the last page of the book are taken together, have a white world outside.
light snow marching back to my bedroom. Lying in bed looking out the window. As the old bell ringing [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], fireworks have been around the first night according to the 2007's gorgeous. Snow that is still glowing reddish light, it seems that thinking about floating back to heaven. I took another on the headphones [link widoczny dla zalogowanych],