Need to change yourself

I am a treasure that is a weak child, not as strong as you imagine and fantasies.

I am a flesh-and-blood person who is not made of iron or used to let you hit it.

I hurt, I will be tired, I will be sleepy, I will sleep, I will find the child to eat.

I can keep tears in my quilt for an unbelievable love.

I can chase her to protect her lover for a person who deserves my love.

I have always kept the principle of not committing me and not committing crimes. I will fight back.

I don't like fashion. I don't like foreign gas. Just do it yourself and be comfortable.

I don't care about appearances. I don't care about wearing. As long as I can be lonely, my brain can think of me.

You see that my appearance is very sunny. In fact, my heart is the kind of loneliness that you can't imagine.

Don't play with me. I am not your toy or your venting tool. Please don't play with me.

I am seventeen years old and a flower-like age is so bad for me. I am sorry for it.

Normal children are studying at school and I am screaming at the computer that kills time every day.

Watching the parents who are most familiar with them slowly grow old and I can do what I want.

Looking at my father's white hair, the white hair is slowly getting more and more, but still supported by both hands.

At eight o'clock, I got up and went to the store to wait for people to buy things, and they were pedestrians who hurried through the road.

Someone took the goods and took him a little camel to the warehouse and was given a few pounds of goods to the guests.

In the evening, I will go to the store to cook a meal and ask us to eat. But after we have finished the collection, we will go to dinner.

I didn't leave a tear for me because I was too embarrassed and didn't bother to say thank you to him.

I should grow up too. I should also learn his own family that uses four hands to prop up a family of four.

If one day he walked away from this house, he would call home, or if he had a house.

A place to shelter us from the wind and rain can have a place to cook and sleep. This is not called home.

What I need is a father, mother, sister, and my family. This is the real family.

I don't want to stare at the computer screen and touch the keyboard and mouse all day long.

I don't study now. I am too big. I should take up the heavy burden on my father's shoulder.

Father and mother are also old and also a happy old age can not make them so tired.

I want to creep into a mature little man who can provoke the burden on his father's shoulders.

Don't wait for them to die before they can understand things. When they regret it, they can't repay them.

The children should be sensible. The parents can't move. We took over and cheered the boys.

The third day: Meng Meng strikes