Dust, no haze

Heart, empty, can not speak a sense of helplessness. Really think, turned into a fallen leaf, deeply plunged into the mud layer, and drank nutrition, even if the fate ended here, I would not give up. However, the fallen leaves will also be disguised, that is, strong again, the fragile soul is still eager to wear, do not want to disguise, not strong. Dust, perhaps hiding in the corner of no one, but unremarkable, but still plays its extremely important role, the big family lacks it. Yes, the dust is humble, weak, and powerless, but it is by no means a loss of character. The heaven and the earth are big, and there is always a dusty place!

Faced with rows of neat spaces, there are a few simple but uncalculated formulas in my mind. Hey, what should I do? I had to try hard to find the answer in the book, and I worked hard to complete a few.

In an instant, a sense of frustration rushed into my heart. "What else can I do?" The voice in my heart tried to wake me up. Suddenly, the dust particles in the air condensed together, silently, watching me in obscurity. I buried my head and was "shameful".

The dust has lost the haze in my heart. Leaving, the blank of the memory seems to be so sighing, and can not fill the gray of my heart.

The third day: Mu Yuyin