Eight days and seven nights, free time is waving like me, and the more I live now, the more I want to build up.

A small red flag hung on the street, red in October, and deep into autumn.

The sun was hot and warm.

Through the streets and streets, the strong smell of holidays came.

The young man who pursued the wind could not stop. He seldom stopped and stopped to think.

The hooded sweater wears a handsome long coat. The young man is chic, and stays in the city with people to see the world, with awe.

There is no permanent symmetry or balance, asymmetry.

Irregular direction, like life, is not absolute, always try, each has its own character.

Life can't be as good as you think, but it will not be as bad as you think.

Man's fragility and strength are beyond his imagination.

I am still a teenager, and I remember my mind that I was thinking of the balloon but pretending to be meditative.

It's too young to carry on.

The luggage can be very light, turn around and walk away.

Regardless of the depth and twists and turns of life attitude, go your own way.

Coming home from school, seriously picking up the salute, really needs to be prepared.

It's better to be red. I know that tomorrow is a National Day holiday. It's the birthday of our motherland. Everyone will celebrate it, and then mom and dad will have a holiday, so they will have time to play with me.

Life, go out and stop when you have time.

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