Spring, and may be outside the northwest wind is whistling. Feeling gloomy. A man looks at br> We turned over the calendar of lives every day, or every Tianfan one, or one week, one did not turn in January. Each turned a page, or keep a tear when the notes? not turn, is We have not experienced this day, or do not want to have that day? do not know. forget turn? too lazy to turn? fear turned, time flies? does not turn, not before time, to stop it? fuss. bored so talents want.
I bored it? a bit. the pressure of work, it will take time for yourself bored also good, regulating mood, anything good, they do not think of work.
like to chat with friends sipping tea feeling; like a person write something on paper, and then sent to someone far away, and my heart warm feeling; all the feeling that only you know, his contentment, this is my happy life.
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