s, i slipped from his desk to a tape, remember, my teacher to recite the cross-strait yuansheng crow, canoe has been million after work ", but forgot the wise he reminds me "is li," remember, when the moon lake with a few trees to throw me to a pack of small snacks, laughing loudly rang "help me to eat a bag of", the wind blew away merrily to go…
the autumn, we have the first collective life -- labor base. at night, we stand on the playground, broad night sky. on the night like the stars twinkling eyes, our childhood. their real unreachable. in the silence of the sweet, i suddenly remembered the book: "everyone is a tiny star fall down, not careful, fall into the mother her tummy." this need how fate, to make the milky way of stars, a few small flas