Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Being night , the first night home

 Can no longer be a bar late at night , you can call early in the morning ? morning ?
back with the smell from Jinan , Qingdao, the school to lose a little trace of his body
accompanied by yawns , wearing glasses swelling , plug A fat blocking headphones , watching soldiers raided , listening to the pull -mei hip hop. . . .

time to go home already six o'clock in the afternoon , looked at returning to the television , though the two hotels in Jinan has already been memorable , but the feeling of home, but it is clearly abnormal . . 11:30 , and go back to their own small kennel , see their thick quilt mind suddenly appeared Jinan Han Xue , really kind of feeling like crying , of course, was definitely tears streaming illustrious . . .
do not know why although the storm was crazy , but just do not want to sleep, opened a small sitting service that 10 years of age white table , start looking for home feeling
though nothing , though fascinated . . . But still insisted to go home now
the first night , such a mixed past. . . .

really do not know what to say

in the first place is a holiday Jinan , to just ask yourself why, no purpose , not even a shelter almost two days of the cold Patient. . . . Come back I know why
cool, different kind of life , and dispirited the opposite of life. . A taste of home , or sleepy

exaggeration , a little depressed
confusion the need to.

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