He is like the word child, beginning to end, never forsake.
like the quiet world of his characters and his own quiet world of the text. Faint light songs,
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childhood disappeared around the time
childhood in the table pass notes in the extinction of life is suddenly over, already can not remember the year of childish and naive. Whenever I see those who correct the children sat at my desk, writing his will at that time vividly those crooked in front of the original better turn around time will not say goodbye. Does the school fence or wall of the dandelion fly as high; whether the plane trees in the courtyard or a paved autumn leaves to one place; we played with the slide is still felt strong.
I took childhood engraved on the palm,
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my writing is time to hide
crooked little carved his way home
heart
big word in my childhood dreams to paint a gaunt figure
One day I'll grow
I will read the words put together into a dream poem
then I will slowly work singing homeless youth
time
March paper like thin, crumple up the whole taste of the season exudes grass, like in this day quietly sitting in the sunlight in the window listening to the crushing sound of the pen tip touches the paper. I remember all the young crumple pocket, and hang some flow, flow air attacks. Time for me to remember the innocent condition, back to Sentimental, to breathe the simplicity of that year, but now the growth of spit.
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Xiao-Jun, a simple child. At that time,
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youth is a good enough tune song, the lyrics in the story,
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word I've written a blank sheet of paper
blindfolded hands are behind the blue sky
I always wanted to fly my wandering youth
words bound
every word
tears are my smile grow Jin
in time I just simply like the text, like text pieced together the story. Grow up, will slowly forgotten, and hope that he will not forget his words all the way to bring joy and hope.
growth penalty awarded
I hide my
growing pains for a long time by my written words the way I walked
my years of dormant TH
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