Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Our laughter of running on the way in class

Remember, that year, our laughter of running on the way in class.

Remember, that year, we do morning exercise movements are that ridiculous.

Remember, that year, we a few cents to the pocket money, and log on at home would not go to school. xtcxhj exblog blog

Remember, that year, our red scarf like a twist of the same palm.

Remember, that year, we want to home can secretly hide under the covers tears.

Remember, that year, our first exposure to that is called love words.

Remember, that year, we all secretly to the right girl write love letter.

Remember, that year, we looked at her like the girls blush.

Remember, that year, we all have a group called LangYou beautiful girl brothers and sisters.

Remember, that year, I do not know you, and you don't know me.

Remember, that year, I can't describe the sensibility of the letter.

Remember, that year, I was young and frivolous.

Remember, that year, we are very simple.

Remember, that year abnirs blogspot blog

That year, maybe we will never back not to dream, grew older, mature, we all want for a living and constantly rush about, the hypocrisy of the heart, layer upon layer mask, false smile. Bring us all into all kinds of many, deck and lost some of his innocence. 

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