It is definite to know what is known as Chongyang, who is known to be unhappy, and knowing English words = RMB. The vice president hysterically shouted "English English", which made me think of how far the time and space, the three calls "Kawak" of the strong man who returned Shensha back. Merjipsen's tragic powerful "freedom" or Mofis's exciting madness "We are still here" has not so fiercely imposing me for myself. So the next morning, all the brothers all the brothers were 6:30, and they were crazy to read the first one hour of college English. The first one of the textbooks, so that the physical strength is not lie back to sleep. However, unfortunately, there is no longer appearing in this situation. Just occasionally see someone on the desolate hierarchy, in the evil summon of Li Yang, shouting "We can Learn from this, That ..." once again. The classroom of 104 is unsatisfactory. The English teacher without a groadrower is like a field of field of fire support, and I can't surprise my last dream Zhou Gong in the classroom. Every time you have a serious accusation: "You Chinese students ..." will let me wake up at a timely, and I will ask the eyes to ask: Do you determine that this teacher is a Zigong? Not from Dominica and Tobago? Such a non-Xiao student used two weeks to do CET-4 at 73 minutes, so that she did not get a chance.
Oh, those blurred years, those simple years. Some of the traces of the past on the stone, gradually weathered, some of the names of the past on the trunk, getting deeper. Every day at 5:30 pm I will look at the beauty of the garden in the window to the cafeteria to feed pigs, oh is embarrassed, it is dinner. Occasionally, the shoulder, desperately hitting a slap in Shen Dan, erecting ears, and she can't turn the ear like radar. Each name heard is in the heart, then inquiry, in the picture, I'm listening around, the result is often doubtful, ask you what to do with this teacher? I don't understand why they like to hang the name of the teacher in the mouth, and there is no nickname.
Judging whether a person has creativity, the easiest thing is to observe what he is boring in what kind of way. A brother from Chengdu, will walk with me (metamorphosis!), Walk through the girl building (311), rushing from the roadside to the pilgrimage boys, sitting next to the playground The strange stone eats melon, and I watched the men and women from the road from the road. The night is quiet and quiet, and the girl who is exclusively brought to the wolf, painting color. Even two pairs of glittering glasses are described accurately. God Knows, my big one, mixed in the envy of sweet couple, the mixed, the students who will be caret in the career, the mixed, only the students who do not do, the mixed buns, 6:30 buns In the mess of the soymilk strip, the moxity is in the so-called Internet cafes with only the local area network Red Policy Delta troops, and the mixing of the boring battle of the party school and the boring battle of the poverty helpers, like that high school. Leave me, stay in the center of the place where I don't know where it is, I look around, a black shadow is flashing, so that I don't know what it is nothing. The sky is a small piece of dark clouds like a looseness, and I don't know if this is a projection on this place. The gray is always devour a pair of childish eyes and a strong beating spirit. . Six years later, I want to leave (4): http://blog.9cbs.net/brom/archive/2004/08/31/89679.aspx
