Remembered very poor, he is a poor student, is also the brothers for my tuition, I have the money to eatoverhead garage storage, let me save to buy books, knowledge into the brain, but my stomach hurt, now a cold on the stomach, but I was happy, the books are all in Wenhai, hand cannot sleep pillow book, books, school books go back, holding books, thinking always through the ocean of knowledge, people talk to me, many times, don't listen to, spirit all concentrated in within the book, a nerd may be so. Relatives and friends all say I read silly, people sigh, is my happiness. Also only oneself know, how high the sky is, and how wide the heart, not only with the dream, there is a wide worldfashion men clothing.
Though born in a small village, accustomed to looking at the cottage cottage green mountains and rivers, listening to the birds singing loud, barefoot on a dirt road many times, is deep in the memory, not wipe off the ground without. Although poor, but my heart has a bottom line of life and dignity, "people should not be arrogant, but not without characters." The poor children early masters, since I learned independence and survival, although I do very hard, but I never and others, there is no failure and inferiority complex. Get up, from light used to feet, don't afraid to throw to throw shoesinvestment!
So, the village out of that land, rural road, when, I was not a bit confused, can also see their own direction, each of the same occupation, every heavy, will face. Then happiness, not a luxury villa, but every time I see the joy of loved ones, not to live an extravagant life, but Ping Pingan Ann came home, take branny pharynx course. Leave every time it is not the end, more time is another new beginning. As a prodigal son wandering outside, fear most is lonely and lonely, so, I will use my pen, with my sincere feelings of chastity, language, to touch each other's hearts. Send me a lonely, lonely road, a road.