In the evening, "Sun lying on the pitch on the floor, Ying carved me himself suffering youth, talk to each other heart sore, silent.

"How, you even if the result is bad, also the net do these even loafers as things. You this is what mean? Your teacher has told me, I tell you......" The receiver of an evil words, my heart already will crush barriers, I depressed, helpless, sad but not released, always the pent up emotion, has listened to his words. I don't blame him, because he is the man I respect the most in my life. Holding back not to cry, tears until the hanging line, row, left cheek just know, original own him hurt so pain, I hate, hate their disappointing, hate that a teacher...... In his mind he, towering figure put Buddha so broken, he expected of me a mirage, quivering, a snap of the fingers can be broken. The gentle moonlight is so ferocious in my eyes, so desperate, the hearts of the strong at this time be reduced to fragments, very painful, very afflictive, heart keep bright corrupted by dark long yarn, free in black and white: Fei color the sky no longer is tonal, childhood reverie had scattered as the ash the feather floated with faint in the grave, until the death, began to no end; the beautiful sunshine now lose temperature, a youth heart was sealed in the slightest despair, ice the silent, solitary solitary under the eternal injury, curled in a corner of the world.

Evening light flickering not falling, quietly spreading shimmering, Qi Hua tears Fanzhuo Lin light across the dusty past, brought back many thoughts I --