Look back。樱。花小屋 轻尘 不要改格式。[希望有人看得懂。]·咱曾经在美国生活了2年，嗯嗯·突发奇想写的· | ||
At night, the children always alone. Dark street, my shadow gradually. The heavy bag, quiet on his back. Deep sky, shattered a star, sending out cold light. 小荷作文网 www.zww.cn Who alone has been longing for the life. 小 荷 作文网 www.zww.cn In the light YeXiang strolling in the shade from the sun, tender leaves through clearance. Listening ear of wind, the occasional flutter of hair silk, memories will be scattered. Very purple. Colorful neon lights, transformation of the strange color. The snow, and the silver ray of light. Fong. The cover of the desolate. The boundless sky, snow falls softly with happiness and sorrow. Dream, but also in the memory. Only through the sky, the shooting of a light faint trace in the night, such as flashing light. Like silent night, the time spent with coffee. The beautiful sunrise, sunset the drunk. Thick fog occupy the whole world. In the confusion, such as flower general aroma. Gently open, yellow memoirs pages with once happiness. Slowly waving, along with the breeze, dies. Once the laughter and tears, over in the brain. The eyes moist. Silly alone in front of the computer, silly one afternoon. In the first wave of boring swelled. At getting dark screens and shaking the mouse, still cute image slowly and quietly waiting clear again. In this quiet time, I walked silently. The television screen, those colorful dazzling. Deep breathing. Heart probably already numb. The clock ticked small. Tick. Tick. The book on the desk is put on the back, notebook with strange patterns.
 Diary seems easy to write, on January 1, 2010, the day before. I think maybe so, we can not go to farewell 2009 room with the new calendar, very vacant feeling. Looking for. In the corner of the cry of the calendar.
At the edge of the time, I looked back. Familiar music, once again. In the music stops, the place is lost in 2009. The new music opened, it is a blank, we hope to write in 2010.
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