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Left touch the sun

sun shed light fragmented, how happens to cross the left hand side. Eyes open, and gradually accepted the burning of the strong light. Slowly, the formation of mist.

Baile Bai hand on his chest, trying to touch some piece of the sun, Chuaizhuo a blundering mood.

However, straight, and wear a jump. No trace of stay means that the sun, with the fingers of the swing, separate, and then closed.

skelter, there is no law. But the same is that it never left.

that makes me a touch of warmth.

(1) on the name

there is no reason has to be called I do not like Gigi, but as in the Duzhou general, somehow received a baffling call: seventy-seven. Although some of the name is more dramatic, but still accepted. A winter afternoon, sitting in his seat, his eyes listening to the soothing Hao cried non-stop in the ear: seventy-seven of Weeks. My heart is warm, emerge from time to time a thought: renamed altogether good.

eventually gave up, after all, Libra is one of the features: lip service.

This is not a deliberate arrangement is only willing to so.

then, a quiet recess, see Hao and Yu, and nothing to do with me a bunch of people together slapstick, join in the fun of watching, but suddenly had do not go in a financial sense, strange, like a sea of excess grain of dust, is still racking their own can not be dissolved, only the precipitation, or dissipated.

years of experience, so I am more sensitive, I feel, and more and more, it even makes me rout. I do not want more of the past, and that for me, not good memories.

this winter for the whole day locked in the hothouse flowers, the cold. So this winter,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], to stop all activities in a few weeks.

So, every day passing the time stepping on the back of the flower beds on campus, and then difficult to melt through the ice road. Occasionally, after the boys, pretending to look indifferent, pass, make one side unhappy look hypocritical. When the heart does not think, have a pass, then the next it? Then the next it? Endless thought, the rhythm of marching feet, look at it.

not remember who first told me a thousand times Review of past lives in order to rub shoulders in exchange for this life is over.

saying how beautiful, even I believe. Then the life of a classmate or a smile, how many times the Review?

a thousand times? Ten thousand times? Or more?

next day, snow, and under the dense, under the vague, covering the line of sight. Simply close your eyes, let the snow beat in their faces, and a sort of a small burst of a burst of wind, pierce the bone, the sharp pain a bit numb.

or melted.

watched the endless snow, imagine everyone's memory is fragmented, in casual thought of a problem: a person's memory in the end how long? When will start to forget? When will thoroughly to forget?

still not relieved now.

but some memories never forget. Such as name. Even the loss of memory, and a few years later, decades later, will again pick up the left behind the memory. Loudly tell the world his name.

I have said before, my existence is not without value, I can make my classmate called Zhe later met the other person time to tell him that I had a classmate also called the word.

even though you may forget names.

then what can?

years away, you will forget me?

years away, you will remember me?

(2) forgotten hourglass bottle

start feeling like a mirror, as in the political class, to talk about social phenomena as the impassioned view.

ah, face good; Oh, very beautiful eyebrows; Yes, long hair, nice point. And mood is an innocent blue.

or: Hey, good eyes, small; ah, the nose is too collapse; Oh, eyelashes one o'clock is not pretty. Then the gray mood became rich.

were really difficult to control emotions, it is only right and proper.

seen a problem, one option is: people are selfish. The answer given is: Error. But I have struck a chord. People are selfish. But when the pen down the moment, the answer is written: error.

people are selfish, and it is hypocritical.

self-study class, at the ceiling lost in thought, suddenly, the pen fell students the other side of the aisle chair underneath. I looked at him blankly handed me the pen, and then took blankly, and when he turned around when it is remembered not say thank you. Words stuck in my throat, uncomfortable. I always chew.

such things more than once, I always have no chance thanks.

later, simply bit his lower lip, their teeth do not rise, as everything did not happen.

I never thought I could remember what I did not think people remember how long they will be , but not so quickly forgotten question.

call to the primary school students, in order to deliberately did not say the name of surprise, waiting for a more pleasant surprise he gave me the answer. But that side is unfathomable silence, I'll be tempted to, say my name, I never heard better than this listen to the voice, but one side, but more silent.

a long while, he said, I know you?

So, I try to start a deep smile, I'm sorry, I'm wrong. Hang up and then panic.

hit the phone for five years, how could wrong?

tell the truth, does not exist in this world fair, with fair and what? This is an incredible, but no solution equation Bale. We puberty, the muddle that everyone more or less on their own, or deep or shallow appreciation or admiration. But when they had experienced all before suddenly find themselves in the world, but the supporting role of others, a quiet unassuming passerby, even if there have been signs of a sidewalk cafe is just like sitting in the small cup of coffee people, silently looking out the window, and then quietly left, leaving a back. So, after many years, it will forget.

I do not understand myself, a luxury only a few words on Classmates: name, gender, and birthday.

favorite color: None.

favorite food: None.

Favorite books: None.

favorite movie: None.

not no love, just do not want is anyone to know. Have been accustomed to nothing more specific self-protection. That truly do not like the color, which is full of memories of Color: Purple. The most memorable color: purple. Afraid to see the colors: purple.

way to school.

many years on a walk in the quartzite? Step on a stone bench for many years? Watching tables and chairs but also gradually been corroded many years? Kukuxiaoxiao, slapstick and play, so life has been for many years?

I regret it?

really, regret it.

(3) do not want to be mentioned that the dream

once did a dream: the noisy night, with a bunch of friends together to celebrate his birthday, and they pushed me laughing standing in front of the cake, candles to everyone's face would have become blurred as they There is always smiling, laughing, wishing it of Weeks.

elated when I stood before the candlelight, his hands clasped together, eyes closed pious and serious, the brain goes blank for a moment, opened his eyes, until everyone blows off the candle, until a girl crying, you have been, oh, 15 years old. Found, what their aspirations are not just promised.

15 years old so passed, with no signs of leaving, quietly left. And their past has become empty, without hope.

do not despair.

English books look densely arranged, the above passage does not know is true

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