A poem sais 'to dry my date in sun....'. yes,meybe i can do it also.when i tidied my drawer,I found a wrap in which is some mails sended to me by my frends some years ago. tears flowed once again.Only the words we want to say to each other,but the sensation of life,they told me to treasure everyone,to happiness every day,to take care of myself ,to not be troublesome by the pointless things. However,So many years ,I actually did not experience their intents,they only hope i can have an easy life , but not for the heavy academic.
I dry them under the sun.This afternoon is so quiet.....
I dry them under the sun.This afternoon is so quiet.....
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