Flashing neon lights in the numerous night time I ran aground, cheap handbags outlets stranding the memory of my youth has stalled. Life is like a cup of coffee, added sugar, bittersweet. Often at night dormitory and saw a street vendor at the gate people, more hearts are filled with a moving, a tribute to them. Their dedication to life inspired me. Perhaps the familiar cries of the future will become our mantra. I do not ask for life extremely gorgeous, but to plain truth, the real self-exciting. I am very envious dandelion in the wind, beneath the bitter of the catkins. Their life is my expectations of care. Haijiaotianya, over their footsteps, in a strange soil, coach bags sprouting flowers. Perhaps this is the essence of life. Sometimes feel like a leaf drifting in the sea on a boat. No matter what direction the wind, can change my path. Sailing aimlessly in the confused sea. Only a desolate time, the world of my youth. On the ideal, seems to have become a distant dream. OK, but untrue, to achieve great Quenan. Just now, faded away in the back of it. End of the World on the road, maybe there is no end. Off, do not ask the last? I only trials and hardships, all the way north, through the dead to be a visitor. When I stop, give yourself a warm blessing, a brilliant smile. Record my feelings in words, using pen sketch of my life, with memories of good times past collections. Wandering on the road, With a grateful heart, coach pureses with a curious eye to appreciate the world. The students also suffice!
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