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A Lin of water and stone circles ripple, and I was only that a little waves. Calm, to be courageous leap, for the moment Medicox, even if the next moment, the ashes only because of the persistent.

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When one day, back bags, walking in a strange place, experienced the college entrance examination flee for life and death, boundless is endless sad. We become stronger in the separation, across the distance that moment learned to grow. I always believe that I have my own direction. At least, at this moment, the dream is on the way.

Student papers

Study is more lonely, poor not clear. When one day, we suddenly realized that he had jumped from the child become a responsible young, on the face of the immature also to ShuYan, just understand, grow, and the original is just in a blink. Parents of bosom Zhu Yan old, dust in frost is diffused. When one day, a former appearance still mother no longer to care about the pros and cons of cosmetics, the long hair is optional dish in the shoulder, vertical fault, but the indications of a few root of moss white hair is so dazzling, hand hands fall between also have become daily necessities. Bending of time when one day, father's shoulder, strong face wrinkles impetuously spread all over, I difficult, life of hope, may leaping in my success at that moment, to regain the sun came out again. How many times I screamed at the top of voice, how much time to run, try to stop time, in order to freeze this moment.

A Lin of water and can't afford a little ripples, accompanied by the shore of the lonely flowers, blustery, also still stride. A pebble, splashing the layers of ripples, is so beautiful. Such as the bending of the university of still water, no wind and rain, seems to have ups and downs in quiet, still dark Medicox.

Don't have using, not treasure flower in the world. Real hard, let us feel more depressed, try to hard, hoping to find a little bit of mind. Dream on, when I hesitate whether to continue. You give, it is a new the courage to set sail. Once, the university is so out of reach. Because of dream, always insist, never give up. When one day, walked into the dream castle, once the dream, see the hope for a long time did not get to know each other. At this moment, I am grateful, I calm world, thank you for your giving, circle of dimples, let my world a more beautiful.

Dream weavers article

When I was a child, my fantasy mountain there would be a paradise. The presence of a rainbow there will be a dream. Time, time, and growth. Immature became the past, and plenty of time in the endless ruin, dream always keep at a distance. Grew up, I try to run, his heart's desire, only and do not panic. I grew up in, the dream is also growing.

When one day, I thought I was strong enough, can block memory all the vicissitudes of life. I tried to break the wall to keep looking for a new hope. Coming nearer, stubborn, don't want to fall in the road. I remember, that day back up their bags and come to this in the place of dreams. Tired of the hustle and bustle, accustomed to looking for the a corner of their own. Every day, in the running. Every day, are looking for.

Don't know when to startMedicox , I used the pen to write down sections of discourse. Come, I did not forget why you are still remember one day I want to take something away. This world there is no right or wrong, only choice. The world of words, easy to indulge, dream in their heart, pen is heaven. Someone asked me, "you play what role in your text." I said, "I am only a child, write, write their own dreams." I have my dream, I have my direction, I always believe that dream on the way, don't miss the past, the front, is the place where belong to me.

You are stone, bedding me the way forward. You are the light, light up my way forward, you are supporting the wall of my dream.

Once mistakenly assume that the university will be heaven, afterwards just know, there is still life and death to escape battlefield. Some people, some people walk, or sad or hi, or deep or diffused. The leaves fall all over the floor, the frost also sad for this purpose. The fallen petal distractions, still so proud. Years, spend the residual a wisp of ground into: the time, the dream of every little bit build by laying bricks or stones into the wall. A glimpse of the original path is so long. At this moment, I'm on the road, the dream ahead.