Festival

I don't know how many years and long nights have passed.

Listening to sad songs quietly, then sad for a long time. Then quiet for a while.

In an accidental walk in the fields. Smell the fragrance of the flowers, the softness of the grass. The feeling of life is more and more intense. I remembered that I was awakened every night and then turned to the side. Now I am afraid of the future. I am afraid that I can't have a future and I can't have a future. I am afraid that I will be useless in my future than my parents. I am always worried about a lot. When I see every beggar, there is some human consciousness in my heart - pity. But we are not sure about the future, this time we are pity for others. In school, we are not tight, because at school we don't think about so many sinister people in society. The human heart is a bottomless pit, and it will be renewed. Unless you try to lose in the past. Because only you lose, you know how to cherish.

Every time I always pass my dreams, like the wind blows, I won’t blow back. This is the beginning of a sly life. After that we will lose the most precious thing - time.

Second day: Laborers