Dim lamp, I looked at the cup of tea, boiling water, the impact of time and time again, let me feel the fragrance of tea. That bitter taste in his mouth, a point slightly sweet, but also by my greedy mouth to the occupation, and eyes dim, hazy outlines of the memory, can no longer be hazy memory already.
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.
