My Opera晓渊随笔7
Friday, January 26, 2007 6:10:47 AM
Pupu scolded me kook.
I want to explain that I had only use a languege to write about myself.
There is no necessary to scold me if you don't understand what did those mean.
This morning,I was clearing my clothes up.Many clothes were taken when I was young.Then many scenes skipped over from my eyes.Time past quickly,very quickly.I was so yearned when I was a little boy,such puerility,lovely and breeziness.A lot of interesting things had happened in the early years.A picture I remenbered was indelibility,a loveliness baby naked,and holded a watermelon,laughing...More than twenty years passed,I had growed up.
Turned back,Spoken in the class,did petty actions,copy homeworks of classmates,teased and be teased...All above is my student career.But it is a section worthed to remember.
History has passed...Future is coming.What will I be...?I can't see...
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