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Autumn comes, with the taste of the leaves. Wang Jin Mirror Lake side of the Autumn, at first memory of the late Pan.
many earthly things, through 18 years of life, rain go the same way. Complex mid-day with me to re-grow. After the coronation ceremony in the adult, mature. However, among the hustle and bustle of the hybrid world, I am still a naive of me, past wandering in my mind like water, too many do not regret the past and nostalgia, as the line goes Liufang to death, the quiet heart, does not leave the slightest bit micro- marks.
18 years old, is a concoction of love and joy, the tears and the record of the Yucheng, the intersection is brilliant and sad. Eighteen years of age to worry Love hate as stacked as towering building, a flurried, warp. And Take It for Huan geometry? Last year, per night, may day flower, Renyuehuanghun, per night this year, with the lights still, but not last year. West wind blowing bleak [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but if floating lotus in hunting. Hymn once every night, when I look back, would not bubble is Love, light hearted, feeling again and again ...... earthly prosperity, dust disillusionment.
choice of station in life. I know, I am not a genius. The world is cruel, this society is the strong community, the weak can only get sympathy. But the real strong man is not without tears, people who no tears? But they can smile tears, tears on the road.
blood flow through the fingers only to pop up the world farewell.
reality makes me black and blue, and I must resist. The face of a stack of broken dreams Chu Xing Da, such as papers [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], an infinite sadness in my heart Fair spread extension of the next line of scattered blood and tears.
my shoulders, carrying the heart lofty dreams. College entrance examination only once in life, the only victory in the fight in the long raised the flag, stained with tears and India to achieve its precious. Perhaps, somewhere [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], some night, in the distant land, counting the stars scattered, Kuiranzhangtan, going around in circles, the origin return, happiness can be had only in the hands and place, short life was actually so close to me.
Since the distance, then left to others the only back.
golden years, the widely known winter greetings, flywheel into the sea, listening to the Indus scattered tonight, Yudabajiao, forever sorrow, pick up bits and feelings, and dreams for tomorrow make a blood mark. When the quiet beauty of next year, like summer-like autumn leaves and the earth close to, our hands will gain a Fan Hua Ruchun warm winter.
remove the decoration and decadence of the armed forces, with a smile on the road, even all the way to encounter grief ......