Applying for a Bolg, it is a guest like a month. I feel very hard. I suddenly remembered the dream of a child, writer! More stupid, more stupid, desperate back poems, fight back to the ancient Chinese, the general fantasy, the biggest dream is to put a book on the door of the post office, then read the book every day, go home, best yourself I accidentally get a disabled, and I will have a plaque that I have a disabled. Oh, big, I forgot, the university will return the post to the editorial department, although the total fantasy is always destroyed, so, this dream is slow. I just turned it in Blog, I found a pile of talented women, open my eyes, it is the place where writers are piled up, I also codeword, but now I have English letters, Ai, follow-up code I have been in the five years, I didn't write something, my dreams, dreams, I don't want to think, people have no dreams, sleep more is not practical. . . . . Don't say it, wake up
