Elapsed time, such as a plate of cold dishes

The passing time, such as a plate of cold dishes, and I only have this plate left, eating and not eating are so helpless.

It may be that I am too young, many things have not been seen clearly, faint and rainy, not to sing youth.

I am a good... bad student, right, bad student.

I remember that the words my class teacher said to me at that time made me particularly impressed:

"You are a personal talent."

This ironic word is a knife in the shadow of my internal organs.

So I used it as the reason for the fall...

I don't believe in God's will, I prefer to believe in fate, but how can I explain my decadent life?

The late morning will eventually ushered in a dawn, and we will leave in the third day. The first exposed sun always looks dazzling and brilliant, and I occasionally envy his unique light.

I am in the town of reading in the town, the school will make up the class on weekends, and sometimes go home once in two weeks.

Every time I go home, I will step back from the lush bamboo forest.

A small river, a bamboo forest, a teenager, a journey.

The cobblestones in the creek were dropped from my childhood, and they also featured some of my old fragments. There are prize-giving homes, and there are those who carry the baskets underneath, and they are holding the old man’s arms and coquetry.

Suddenly, everything was pressed and the key was declared to be a past tense...

If there is less of this earth, anyone will turn. Of course, if you have less in your life, you will continue to walk.

Thank you for coming to everyone, poor people! You shouldn't let time go away from you.

The time I passed away is like a cold dish. Anyway, it is good to eat.