After vigorous junior walked, leaving a few memories, every scene seems to have a bone-deep, but vague. Plot is so clear, but everyone's figure is so uncertain, so volatile, you want to sand this is a vague one Cheung rate will be distortions of the image to save a beautiful gesture. Although, truly the illusory dream-like, but after all those locked in the heart, there is such a time in the past, so some have.
High school is full of rich purple color, purple sky, purple buildings, purple trees, and even, even the morning fog are filled with dreams of purple. Breath of fresh air, as if the vomit is the dream of every step. That way, the purple road, we knew, had gone pretty far ... ...
Every day seems the same: early study hall, running drills, classes, lunch, class, dinner, going to night classes. Basically, the day's activities to maintain the stability of ecological systems, I think of the old junior high school math stressed also stressed that the triangle - good stability!
The most joyful time of day is dinner time. Small groups of birds were eager to escape the shackles with four big windows offer a bright teachers. However, that bright, elusive ... ...
Every day on the prescribed schedule, thought the way to stop it - no solution. Thus, the block diagram of infinite loop will eventually terminate at the entrance of the battlefield.
Original, high school can really sharp the peak angle polished Sharpen. No matter how you ever Sheng gas, how the self, will eventually change themselves, adapt to the high school environment choice. Possible, it is this choice of no choice, so that each has experienced high school students have a mature feel. Now back on once I had to laugh it off lightly.
Daily walk in the cafeteria and the classroom will be the connection, I think about, I had some of my age should not be silent. Sunshine is lush, reflected in the polished marble slab, even more dazzling ... ...
Favorite rainy sky and the raindrops hit the clothes like the sound, like watching the rain play Pearl merged into a winding stream, it depicts a beautiful picture.
Favorite time of the water first, then escaped the first ray of warm water vapor, it seems that in the overflow rim of the glass the moment she is also writing her thoughts, perhaps, she has her thinking, she has her words ... ...
Now his high school, more and more used to playing alone own. I will always stand alone in the pond and see fish in the water bounce cheered, but also into their world to me. Footsteps until slightly grazed the ear, it suddenly occurred to him awake. Rise overlooking often see is that the sunset looking constantly in the wind.
High School ah, you in the end is how the veil dressed into my life, and let my tedious running amok, I was powerless. I delighted in the moment of impulse reveals a less childish. High school life, I have Italian, taught me how to play with themselves, play with their emotions. I hit the jackpot thanks to the past had such a period.