heavy snow day in hole fished fish

 don't care about others. Maybe in dealing with people respect between us, have a lot in common with others and contact less, and the book contact, belong to bookworm type. My in the mind have many words to say to you, a census form, and don't know where to start, I like face-to-face conversation, and my memory is very poor, forget easily.

Don't you think people if no desire also very terrible? There were born free born, but you will also lose ordinary happiness! You say? I am longing for the ordinary person, but difficult to get the happiness, because I was with their ideas, psychological activity is different. I must walk on my unique way. I am a bit scared high cold, I'm not very ability lonely. Lonely, lonely days sometimes very well, the time is long, also pretty scary, after all is group animals, significant social senior animals. We can't go against nature, the whole society people all at work for their own interests, life in this society, I also forced to join their ranks, let oneself blame afflictive. A thought of doing yourself don't want to do, the in the mind will not frank. After all, man cannot live for herself, want to those who love the wind chills; shout to scrape, Snow, hold the elegance. Face, like a knife pain, Heart, confused and chaotic. I JuJu alone in this field of north squeal snowflakes every now and then, like a lamb, full of helpless disconsolate, seeking spiritual home.

Looking at the dry leaves covered with grass and fall with the creek, my heart was cold cold squeeze one regiment, agree tardy to drill a winter haze, wind blows play-pleasure outside the world. Ask yourself: when can I find the river ice skating, the gyro, , the snow snowball fights, make a snowman anecdotage of? And partners covering the smiling faces of the innocent and silver laughter, those who hid in ice story? The only guard home the rhubarb dog?

In a blizzard muddy rural road feet deep shallow one feet footprints had no trace and shadow, now instead of asphalt cement road those greatly small or clearly or fuzzy leather shoes printing, printing and sneakers yuxie print. That winter morning, I was the only mud tore the shallow Yao rubbers were dragging mr.suen passes with linen batch tied also binds, shoes with straw mat nest again mat, makes me want to come now still warm heart born. Regrettablly former give me inculcation, selfless love of miss sun, after retiring, haven't QingFu will enjoy a few days because of lung cancer late in tears blooming September to leave this world. I think, now buried underground should he slept safer, more warmer it.