Thoughts on paper falls

"Day by day over time, we will gradually grow up."

Is also a lonely, not down, lonely winter. A pale, warm winter is not significant. My college life is about six months in this lonely season with a period.
More than three months, I slowly learned to adapt to this environment. Learned how to think of some previously never pay attention to things. Also came into contact with some of them have friends, but also strangers. In general, they let me in each of these people are busy with the university point of color.

"Alone is a person's carnival, carnival is a group of people alone."
Do not want to talk of the said study, said the ideal, just simple, plain speak their mind.
Some were exiled wretch who, though distressed like the concentration camps came to the university. Vent with us, along with noise, with learning, with the progress. Refugee camps, have children in the hustle of a species can be refined on the ability to survive in society. Will waste a life for themselves under the most basic of paved gravel bottom.
The wind wore off like a stone edges and corners, though also like standing proudly in this world, but it had under the attack of strong winds smooth live.
 
"People laugh at me so mad, I laugh others see through."
People live for? Is nothing more than affirmation of their own, others affirmed. Once the think they like as long as the activities of yourself, do not have to care about other people's eyes. But little by little as the years ring out from the bottom of my heart engraving, before we know when this is chosen to give their children an idea of how seemingly ridiculous mature. Our lives, do not care about other people's eyes, just selfish living, that kind of life is not too sad yet? To other people live is not too bad, at least to get the affirmation of others, and I was just my own.

"A time to master all back, past the sun and aftertaste."
How many people's life year, Shaohua in front of the number of years they have. Youth, how long I can squander.
University life will end in six months, leaving in our diary how much ink rhyme. Accompanied the passage of time with youth, we write for my own life of how many. Long course of history, will be our number one tiny point of the story.

A little sigh, sigh a little out of memories, memories that remind me a little more Xusi Xu, Xu Sixu some turned into a little hand, fell on a piece of paper, write out a sigh.

From:work from home

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