The school is in the renovation, and the sky is not stopped, so that when I returned home, my ear is still echoing the noise of Pingle.
Thunder, I prefer fresh feelings after the rain. Missing, perhaps Wuhan, the moisture of the river mud fraction.
On the glasses of the night, I can only see the table lamp on the desk, these colors are hidden by a big tree, and there is still some motivated taste.
Already autumn, cool ...
