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What is growing up
Dim lamp, I looked at the cup of tea, boiling water again and again the impact, I feel the fragrance of tea. That bitter taste in his mouth a little bit of sweet, I was greedy to the occupation of the mouth, eyes dim and hazy outline of memory, no longer has hazy memory.
Operating as many as the "hard" to play a little, the teacher's serious, "inhibition," the laughter of vague, heavy pressure, "created" in the dream of us - Growing Pains. Open the thick book of memories, thoughts that little bit of, perhaps some of the tireless Review of the past.
"Early" arrived at that time, I have a fragile, "the enemy" aimed at the "weaknesses" Meng opened a gun, that I would not withstand a single blow of the "blood" at the expense of the field, a "sleep, burning the midnight oil to see Volume, Bei Shi Meng Hui rang "I stood up again and again. During that time, is the dark I am puzzled, to learn, and sometimes I have yet to find a seat of the brown grass, is sometimes desk, side of the window to see in the distance standing in the rows of trees are fighting for the Only be able to issue a final trace of the Green-yan. What are those trees? I have no way of knowing that this could be what is the relationship? As long as they are trees enough. When I looked at them in a daze, the heart will be thousands of thoughts, when my eyes return to the tree, suddenly feeling the pressure gone, turn themselves into the busiest of the study.
It seems that tea has been filled with the fragrance of the "World", my heart also boiling up.
My struggle to overe the troubles to overe everything, so it seems to be the last trace of the Green-yan, also released in the summer of the same luster. "I do not know Junior 'trouble' taste," in which "a heavy water plex Hill," the corner, if anyone down to relax and wait for you is the "swamp thousands of miles, miles Cong spine." On the other hand, if it is perseverance and hard work, your wait is "a new vista, green mountains and blue waters." Could you really let the *** oke plume into trouble, winding your soul, your bored, let it upset you?
If growth is a book, then the trouble is hidden in the depths of paragraphs misprint; if growth is a piece of blank paper, the worry is attached to the back of a flaw. These *** all things appear to be familiar, seems to always bother us, in the nature of the growth in the past, it may ask the breeze as the study area, the storm has been like learning the offensive pressure and disperse in the depths of memory.
His hands have been feeling less than the temperature of tea, filled the house in the fog-ching also quietly disappeared. More carefully to taste that "there is suffering in music," the water to taste Growing Pains, "the trouble with trouble," time "walked" experiences "with more and more" once again to taste it Tea, "bitter" seems to have with the temperature, measure souls with the use of time gone by,1,
Dim lamp, I looked at the cup of tea, boiling water again and again the impact, I feel the fragrance of tea. That bitter taste in his mouth a little bit of sweet, I was greedy to the occupation of the mouth, eyes dim and hazy outline of memory, no longer has hazy memory.
Operating as many as the "hard" to play a little, the teacher's serious, "inhibition," the laughter of vague, heavy pressure, "created" in the dream of us - Growing Pains. Open the thick book of memories, thoughts that little bit of, perhaps some of the tireless Review of the past.
"Early" arrived at that time, I have a fragile, "the enemy" aimed at the "weaknesses" Meng opened a gun, that I would not withstand a single blow of the "blood" at the expense of the field, a "sleep, burning the midnight oil to see Volume, Bei Shi Meng Hui rang "I stood up again and again. During that time, is the dark I am puzzled, to learn, and sometimes I have yet to find a seat of the brown grass, is sometimes desk, side of the window to see in the distance standing in the rows of trees are fighting for the Only be able to issue a final trace of the Green-yan. What are those trees? I have no way of knowing that this could be what is the relationship? As long as they are trees enough. When I looked at them in a daze, the heart will be thousands of thoughts, when my eyes return to the tree, suddenly feeling the pressure gone, turn themselves into the busiest of the study.
It seems that tea has been filled with the fragrance of the "World", my heart also boiling up.
My struggle to overe the troubles to overe everything, so it seems to be the last trace of the Green-yan, also released in the summer of the same luster. "I do not know Junior 'trouble' taste," in which "a heavy water plex Hill," the corner, if anyone down to relax and wait for you is the "swamp thousands of miles, miles Cong spine." On the other hand, if it is perseverance and hard work, your wait is "a new vista, green mountains and blue waters." Could you really let the *** oke plume into trouble, winding your soul, your bored, let it upset you?
If growth is a book, then the trouble is hidden in the depths of paragraphs misprint; if growth is a piece of blank paper, the worry is attached to the back of a flaw. These *** all things appear to be familiar, seems to always bother us, in the nature of the growth in the past, it may ask the breeze as the study area, the storm has been like learning the offensive pressure and disperse in the depths of memory.
His hands have been feeling less than the temperature of tea, filled the house in the fog-ching also quietly disappeared. More carefully to taste that "there is suffering in music," the water to taste Growing Pains, "the trouble with trouble," time "walked" experiences "with more and more" once again to taste it Tea, "bitter" seems to have with the temperature, measure souls with the use of time gone by,1,
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