I like a person lying on the living room sofa, through the semicircular windows stared straight into the sky. The sky is gray, gray and my thoughts together, they are arranged in a crisscross pattern together, in a trance, quite some vicissitudes of decay. I used to have no contact with anyone, when I walk, always quickly, consciousness, I am just a passenger, where it will not leave marks, read, in the heart is good.Another heaven
My friend asked me that years of school experience, whether there is an impressive thing, I thought for a long time, lit a cigarette, a lot of nicotine with smoke into my lungs. I slowly spit a smoke ring, smoke ring gradually become larger, diffusion, until it disappeared, disappeared and my past. I stood up, put out fire, will be the only smoke cigarette tossed out the window, a parabola to draw beautiful. Parabolic gash is engraved in my soul memories, that set of broadcast gymnastics in the fourth quarter -- body moving.One of the five senses
I can't talk about love for sports not don't love. I was a free man, so for all the teachers and students together to do broadcast gymnastics such events can always escape escape, even escape, it is not very serious, but machinery to repeat seems to have become instinctive action. With just fourth day, body moving, my heart will be volatile. Body moving and no special experience for me, left no imprint is engraved on my heart. girl, right no abiding brother, just a set of common section broadcast gymnastics. But for the first time and every time listening to music do let my heart fluctuation, fluctuation, some lonely, some of the vicissitudes of life, one cannot tell the mood, there is a kind of see the bitterness, have lost a free and unrestrained.The sparrow life
I try to analyze, music is sad or turn the body and arm brought me I can feel the blood pressure to let me have the kind of unique feeling? Many years later, I understand a little more, as I like to read a bound heart that a class of books, think it is the most beautiful one, is my heart don't like to be bound, is my character tragedy, I enjoy that kind of want to break free and bound.University Journals to visit the Aviation Museum
Happiness is the need to share, only the vicissitudes of life is personal. When my body from left to right, from right to left, rotate together is not only my body, and my vision, I thought. I saw around my sky, I want to fly in the vicissitudes of life and vast far.Li Bai Rouchang
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