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Tuesday, April 28th, 2009Before the age of 16, my favorite thing to do is open the computer, and then silence. I always lie on the floor to write, writing brilliant writing, brilliant look at the next major section of the large pale, like the cloudless sky. In 1999, the first time I saw a meteor, such as the cheeks belts of a tear drop-zoned beads, China and the United States and lonely. Then I love to write, who will write their own sentences. I often let the sentence flow through my mind, big of a big chapter. I can only note the part, I think I need to work.
Goal of this effort so that I find it hard to by. I grabbed a pen in the middle of the night to write Don tobacco Wind Song, words, and then sleep. The middle of the night biting wind of ice, flowing everywhere. Underwear on the balcony swaying in the wind, and wild confusion. In the six-year-old, I should cover your head with blankets, horror reminds me of some of the circumstances of the television.
I was on my way now 16 years old, 16-year-old fan when the summer dust lingering in the sun between the moment. Six-year-old summer, I sat in the floor to read the text the autumn comes, the leaves yellow, Dayan flew off. And then so come autumn. I made it clear in my ear I heard raving gentle, too gentle and can not tell all. I think these are the only experienced,, the decade has been flowing through.
Decades, some things remain unchanged, the total light dispersed something. I was deeplytime traces of light. I think that my soul is fragmented. Church of the cold inter-city deserted me. I often go around in the middle of the road, frightened and fragile, hanging from the people satisfied with laughter, indifference, but not deserted. I think I was strange. Edge of my world andtoo, out of tune with the earth. I do not belong to this world, and numerous and noisy. fendi belt I should go back to Chongning years, a quiet year, we can remain silent.
Fruit fruit that silence is a memory of past things.