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Reprinted from 49304138 at 08:56 on July 16, 2009 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (2) Category: Personal Diary
time flies.
blink of an eye has been to France three years.
do not want to go look back over the past three years,
red wing motorcycle boots, do not want to fall into the endless cycle, only vaguely remember, the first two years of the National Day,
red wing mens boots, standing in the restaurant washing dishes, such as between the steamer-like, listening to the rumbling outside Fireworks sound.
standing under the Eiffel Tower, in front is a sky full of fireworks.
after all, only to find themselves wrong, thought it was only out of a wall,
red wing boots, not knowing they fall into another abyss.
still miss some people, some things, especially the home. Remember lying in bed can be lazy, my mother comes into the room greeting. Remember to leave, reluctantly downstairs grandparents waved goodbye.
I know I am, after all,
red wing motorcycle boot, is not mature enough. I have left to graduate, put away laughing at my desk. I still was naive of me. I'm still naive not change for some has been attempting to change the fact that you want to waste the opportunity, wasted youth.
2009, is to make good choices.
all love me, I love the people,
red wing heritage, whether or not the intersection of 2009 we, at least in a deep mark I would do a good job for us. Total before you on my attitude than last year, six months to live alone before I discover that a person's happiness is also very exciting and moving.
my first dream,
red wing shoes, though perhaps not reach, what you want, the dream of 2009, please wait for me, I will go along, no matter what the outcome.
turn on the computer, watching the fireworks photo, give yourself a big smile.
fireworks this year, particularly.
Hybrid Mode
