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My name is Wang.
Author: Mars Kay
foreword
Update time 2011-12-2013: 32: 30 words: 278
18 years old sky has our dreams. You have a dream to have a happy high school life. We don't live for our dreams, but fight for them.
There is our dream in my Y, and for this dream, we shed all our blood and tears.
Is going to college your slightly sad expectation?
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Life is like a road, you need to walk out of the bustling scenery in the desolation.
Dreams are like the wind, and you must listen to splendid songs in loneliness.
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Here is our rebellion, here is our youth, here is real cruelty, here is our real voice, here is our post-90 s sky, but who can understand us?
From day to night, we walked through prosperity. From heaven to hell, we passed by. From primary school to university, we are all devastated.
Education makes us, or rather. ...
Slave us?
That is helpless?
Still inevitable?
Chapter 1 Returning to School
Update time 2011-12-2013: 39: 24 words: 3 16 1.
When you pass by, you will see the leaves you stepped on together, withered and flourishing, lying on the side of the road, next to the lampstand, with mottled gray on them. Happy or unhappy memories fill my brain, forcing myself not to think or look, and gradually there is only a blank.
Is it constantly shelved, and eventually the traces you left will disappear completely from your life?
This is good, isn't it?
As winter approaches, the biting cold begins again. Did you do something wrong?
Sad season.
It was a road that should have been covered by sunset, and we walked many times. But we never looked up together.
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