Childhood I do not understand these, often fantastical months of beautiful, really beautiful Chang, clean the Jade Rabbit, there was a cut down a tree cut down to the feet, only for Bo Kiss laugh Wu Gang, months all seem so nice, so no time. Until later learning career contacts in many verses about the month and found mostly with sadness and helplessness of the tune, only to find month did not seem to be that perfect, bleak, it also has a short point when it will be sad, tears, you also have the wall when not all, mengmengdongdong I also have a bit of wire out of Wu. Until first left home, leaving her parents ', trains up to University, this affair without any cause to quickly, give me a little time to prepare for, is also a stranger in a moonlit night, I learned the sentiment picked up at the moon a man drinking wine, that night, I suffered from insomnia for the first time. I read months, really got those chanting poems of the month, and they knew that, months, and feel so vulnerable.
Moonlit night, reminded parents, sent me a seat under Acacia mangium.
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