Snow, I heard someone shouting, I am happy to go to the window, I really hope it, the roof is a white. I only went home in the world in 6 years. I think about it before. In order to play the snow to play on the ice and snow, I can run into the night.
I don't want to miss this opportunity today, so I will call the snail, no one, say that they have already went out of the carnival in the afternoon, and I will go to class immediately; give Harry, I will wait for me in the laboratory. The snail called me to say that they have passed by the day, and the shoes are wet, and the grass is almost falling. I hurriedly rushed to the school. I wrapped a few snowballs on the road. When I passed the school lawn, I saw someone in the snowball, and I have spoiled a few snowmen, and I envied. Insufficient is that the snowman is a black person.
It seems that no one is interested in playing, and it seems that I am too high.
Waiting for a long time, no one had to eat, I have to go to eat. I have a casproprion ribs to my home, but I feel that eating is only a routine, because a pig, a pig, a small pig, a person who is eating a meal in the evening, feels very bad. All the way is going back to the bedroom, and the snow is favored by everyone, if it is black, there will be no one likes. Aunt who found a box powder in the door of the bedroom is still doing business, making money is not easy, everyone has their own bitter.
Back to the bedroom and discovered that the network was broken; the bath washed half of the water, it was cold; a huge bedroom was alone; it was sometimes unable to withstand loneliness; calling a sleeping cat to discuss the issue of the exchange project, I feel that I have two The refusal of the work, but also a person who is diligent and innocent, I don't want to be like this, but I should also expect this ending in advance. So in the world's loneliness, the mood of the pig, still can't sleep, or I will sleep early, I believe there will be a good mood tomorrow morning. P.s: The mental labor is also quite heavy when he is sleeping.
One night, because I was scared by Marco, I got a bone. The more I thought it would be more, the more I felt cold.
The next day, I dreamed with Hacky's TCP Reconnect's question when I argue mobile devices between GPRS and WLANs, and finally I won. The debate on technical issues I have to win Hacky is estimated to have only in the dream.
I have turned a few pages before going to bed, and I thought about it again:
Think of this blog today at noon;
Thinking of this life year is the most important? - Paper!
Mo's law ...
sleep……
