In the morning, I went down the snow, and I was beautiful like a fairy tale. I don't know the cold, I want to think, so I suddenly miss the hero of the trend of ice in winter. In fact, what is it, or whether it exists, it has been completely unclear. The only thing I remember is that I am still 24 years old. I am at the end of my life, and the number of years is still growing, but the perception of time speed is, the higher the increase of the higher than the higher.
There is no story, and the story happened here. In 2004, he watched it in the history of the history. I admired a friend of a friend, I wrote a summary of the 2004 life, the seizures, from the end of the year, and a few people, the thinking, the profound memory, my seniors are still. Recalling the 2004 personal theme: resignation, study, and then go to work job. Entering the primary stage of participating in the work, you can't see a clear path, accompanying the passion of flying and the flying, even if you are struggling, you have always strive to seek your ultimate happiness. Happy work, learning and life.
In the last few days of this year, it seems that I want to keep some time, and it is clear that people who are slightly physically common sense know that it is futile. The Buddha said, more than one, so no longer said more.
