nothing of the hard points.
let me understand this story, a fisherman, a good, they fearless exhausted, happy to help needy people, do our best to to help them tide over the difficulties, the joy of taste to help others, unlike some of the money people at home, drinking red wine in winter, open fireplace, ballroom dancing, happy to live day, simply can not understand the taste of the poor go hungry, but also often to oppress, exploit our poor. we should learn to fishermen and sang na, shared a kind heart, to help people in difficulty, to live through difficult times, the world in better shape. i always believed good end rewarded,
ding-dong water singing symphony, the fish in the water while willow in spring under the sway of girl, display self wantonly colorful figure. helena o i sit at the computer desk, recalling the past. remembered before the good times, my heart is poured into mind, 20,000 words that are great memories ah. just a good picture by millions of golden dream weaving.
childhood, what a miss, no sad, no worries, carefree free playing.
now that i think about it, that it is wonderful, but, all won't return, still have a long way of life, not only in that time may. it unchanged
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goodbye, my dear childhood, don't a lovely fairy tale, don't, fairy tale princess.
the flower of youth, youth ideal, are quietly bloomed.
shh, listening, they are seeping…
