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Then he did not know where to learn some knowledge of the universe, began to East refers to the West with every star and mother to tell their story, just finally attracted the mother filled with doubt. Mother told me she know about star storiesLocal Courier, she pointed towards the sky said a Altair, and pointed to the other side said a vega...... Young I don't understand a story of love but always attracted by these myths. Their desire to live in what the sky where the stars of A. Where you can build the large house, there can be no constraints play, no control and. Now think about it, then he is so naive, unaware of the cruel social reality. Today is what want this child, but always can not get rid of the shackles of realityCCIBA. Childhood home is not so much the factory; childhood home still can see a green; childhood home, can see the blue sky and white clouds; during the day, night, through the moonlight, see the beautiful sky, it is a wandering qingyun. Now the earth was covered with a layer of solid purse, water is not clear, the sky is no longer blue, the night sky can see only the lonely moon. A breeze blowing, clouds covered the moon eyes, suddenly many a lonely heart cold, and I do not know who is singing wake that Twitter whose heartMen clothing hong kong! Now studying abroad, no home of the moon the night sky, no stars embellishment, only a bleak. Seek not the nature of Teana in the streams of people busily coming and going, and people only the noisy city. I don't want to and this mortal world associate oneself with undesirable elements, but pulled me into the mud, can't get away. If possible, I would like to abandon all the burden, with clouds, flying in the sky in the memory of childhood. And then into a star, and the moon as partners, sleeping in the vastness of the universe. As the passage of time, things change, but the tranquil heart forever. |
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