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There was a writer's words before the case: "When I ask you about the mood on the road at night, you don't think of loneliness and road length, but the vast sea and the shining starlight." Late at night, at the table, looking at this sentence, I fought alone, bravely climbed the peak, preferring to fall again and again, but not forgetting my heart. For the dream of day and night, I call myself a person who pursues my wishes. When I was young, the wish was the shrimp on the bedside, I was below, it was on top. Still familiar with the melody, oh yeah walking along the river, my wish at that time was to become a painter. The brush is quietly waving in the hands, step by step, and down to earth. Sometimes the gods go to chase the kites, and sometimes look at the blue sky quietly in a daze, but can not stop the pursuit of the desire of the original no regrets of courage. Recalling that at that time, I took the first prize of the art, relying on the courage to stagnate, and rushed forward without looking back. When I grow up, my wish is the "Naughty Horse Jump" in the book. I am outside, it is inside. With the arrival of the end of childhood, time has not smoothed our childish childishness. My wish is getting smaller and smaller - the first class. The childishness of the children in primary school is too full, it is the original appearance Cigarettes For Sale, the most authentic. The sound of reading in the class, the hard work of going home Online Cigarettes, is the cutest of me, free from interference from outside information Newport Cigarettes Coupons, to be my own hero. Of course, I succeeded, and I pursued my wish and did not look back. Now, the wish is the phone in the safe, I am desperately unlocking, it locks the screen forever. The germination of youth has made this information age destroy our heart, and our dreams and wishes have become a narrow wooden bridge. We will re-spread our wings and fly away. Eighty days later, we set foot on the end of the wooden bridge, the winter wind blowing, the drums, and growing up overnight will never give up. The wish has become a famous school, but now, it is my best time to resurrect the phoenix, and all the suffering and hard work of the phoenix will be turned into the most splendid flower. Wish, we will reach the end
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