Perhaps the reason busy with work this summer had always felt particularly fast. When the moment is still early and talk to friends in the short-sleeved T-shirt printed on hand-painted silhouette picture or remake, who knows the next moment they encountered autumn rain had put on long-sleeved sweater kit again. So friends quipped, ah Medicox, this month the weather is good, on the next two rain, a 10 days, a seven days ... 

Maybe I am the person for the time there really is no concept of the future from the school have been unexamined do not know what they are doing, that running east and west stroll, sleepwalk missed quite a few times. Wait until they recovered, those in the past have been lost in the mind, the cage on a layer of hazy fog. Like I once loved a book, and now only remember one playing the Cubs, which is a kind of story, he described how he was who sent me, and finally he went where ? 

When a person, the mind will always emerge out of some fragmentary picture of a red whistle, a cover-page volume of the novel Medicox, a dish not a shell game cassette, a red and white mountain bike, a field and storm drenched father, a heard sad stories, trip opened 24 hours by train, and a bright and spacious library ... 

I have been trying to recall, these fragmentary images are included in exactly the kind of story? 

What they really happen? Their outcome is like? Why do they always hidden in the depths of the lingering sense of it? To how important they are so obsessed with it? 

This time the cruel knife, he's cruel, not only to destroy the face, but will insist on our vanished, that we are full of passion shouted "dream mask house, glory, faith," and it was stolen years, is the time defeat, was fleeting buried ... 

This blog is in the September 7, 2007 established, thanks to Sina remember, when I apply for he was used to doing, I still remember. However, I want to remember, I want to remember, I want to remember I'm doing everything I want to remember everything I'm doing is to insist on my stick ... 

Because ... 

Those beautiful, and I want to keep; 

Those happy, I pray eternal wiom 2 ...