The summer of that year very different

21 Dec 2011

I love the cloudless sky, floating a hint of Breeze, everything would not Sell WOW Gold yield, say no swing over, alone and lonely, only pure, vacant.
Impression that the Mainland North of it is.
Youth is the chaos, all kinds of “cool ideas” full of life in the real puzzling.
The summer of that year, very different, a bright red paper University acceptance letter was mailed from the far north to my hometown, blood letter lit the fire village neighborhood of the passion, and I hid in a corner, holding the mother cry.
Too late to sadness, fate that unfamiliar place.
This is my school of their choice! A hosting Palace of I dream of the future! I have not had time to grab it by the tail, reality has shattered them.


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