at each other awkward laugh

Tonight Huang Biyun, she said, if one day we annihilation in the crowd, commonplaces life, that is because we have no efforts to live abundantly WIOM. This woman, she also wrote: the world is big, I do not know its fold or far. No matter Yexixi or Xu, under her pen is a sad life.

But we are not the same, I'm not Yexixi, you are not a trip. We spend effort in the ocean roaming in the youth, will get rich.

Now from the first time Huangruo has been separated for many years, it is the illusion of time, the time forgotten made a sentence. It tells you that do not have to miss.

I have been thinking perhaps really do not have to miss, and then how to think it is not the original. Until recently received your letter, you said: "a few days before to the letter you wrote to me, sticky notes, many, many, as a senior in high school, have not found. Time is good, then the time to complain about the high three, the high pressure of the third year, has been very far away, feeling a lot of things are good far, far too far to forget. In the 100 days away from the entrance to the college entrance examination after the letter, I saw. Perhaps the best hope for ever, but the cruel reality. Previous preoccupied with university, dream is, did not expect was the, friends are also drifting further and further away, did not expect really distance are the beauty, Miss high school during that time to accompany me through and Qin literary man. - language RMB exchange rate"

"That time is good, now is also. See before in celebration, and the thought of high school was a heroic utterance. I don't know if you're still the same. - language"

I am a good cry, but no tears I can face the past, because you said no regrets. Occasionally think of the previous years, can not be said to be eight zero after the "year", it is not popular to what the blue door, I think it is appropriate for the seventeen year old rainy season. High school at the age of 17, 17 year old uniforms, even at the age of seventeen days are blue and white, 17 we are unforgettable, different is you are the goddess, I am female cock.

Language goddess, my table. You are a girl who loves to laugh, shallow smile also the Yan don't live your dimples of charm, a few days ago to see your micro letter, yoga, you always like, I was lucky to meet you either early or late in the day, just good, have whichever we share we think shame on one of the dirty little secrets, passing the small colorful Zhijian, a and a, n multicolor times posted like paper airplane as delimited a unique road of the arc in the classroom, then the distance between us is a piece of paper from the, and now we across the Qiongzhou Strait far across, that is wild geese can not get to the place.

But belong to our memory is too much, too deep, we are young with pride and dreams, have to give up all the courage, sometimes tired but tough like playing chicken like the resurrection full of blood inkjet printer supplier, eating food and tasteless bread, painted a solid geometry, in the white paper on permutations and combinations, even longer than the time equation, with a branch and a pen core, only to find the answers, we always wait until the last moment, the lights in the classroom at the moment, can feel at ease and justified out of the classroom, in order to catch the last door like a madman two ban like running at the school, went to the dormitory door looked at each other awkward laugh.

We sometimes wayward to, to see a film on Saturday to skip the self-study class take an hour's car, movies of the time is always so fast, you are obsessed with yoga Lin Song infatuation to let you forget the troubles, so abject we saved for few pocket money bought MP3, in the silence of the noisy afternoon again and again the single cycle, at that time, we are not free, time is not free, only sleep dreams and songs is free. High school and college, time is different from we, senior general enough, University is very cheap, we therefore fitted chic, looking back but is funny and poignant a past, occasionally across the wasted time think of struggle of the past, the astronomy Xiao geography high three, surprised that now you are good for nothing, the consumption of youth, there is no dream, you ask me: "whether or pay?" I can only silence speechless but turned to tears. In those years we are all things for gospel truth, lied to us Miniso.