Belongia Croasmun

like thousands

Kite, according to the wind, holding me, like thousands of stars fall into my eyes. In the face of mom and dad's urging, the teacher's teachings, my childhood to where? Ideal is very fragile, because the reality is very cruel. Or that sentence, after all, when studying, we are always chasing others without stopping, aThe kite of childhood, although it has nothing to do with Mr. Chen, but the kite is destined for me to be the fate of his students.ny one can not slow down the pace, flying freely against the wind.