Three hundred and thirty degrees

That day, I walked on the street.

I walked on the road and looked at it curiously. I came from the country and naturally formed a kind of awe in people wearing suits, but I still know your friend.

I was taken to skating, to the thrilling playground, you were introduced to the city for me, and introduced me to the Internet. I became a good brother with you. A few days ago, you like to be with a beautiful girl, chatting with her all day, playing together, and finally, breaking through the boundaries of friends, the IQ of you and your girlfriend dropped sharply, and also expressed affection.

On the seat behind your bike, it is no longer me, but her.

I am very calm, I have complained about your girlfriend, hated her, I can't wait for me to be her. But I still haven’t carried out my ambitions.

Did you forget it?

On that day, you went to my house and helped me cut the rice. After a hard day, you lamented the hardships of doing farm work, and said that I must be admitted to school, and I would not have to work so hard after graduation. I also especially appreciate your eyes.

As the sun sets, the remnants of the sun are playing the final brilliance, burning the white clouds in the sky, the cool breeze bursting, blowing our clothes, you look at Xiyang, your eyes full of confidence.

I also lamented your determination, but what are you doing now? You have a big change in the three hundred and thirty degrees for me.

I can only persuade you: give up! It takes eight years to study, and this can only waste your youth and waste your feelings.

Second day: Han Xing