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 Posted: Wed 23:26, 23 Mar 2011 Post subject: Ghost town ( the poignant story) |
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Luo Wen Luo の
I miss the past you miss me in the riverbank of seventeen, missed because of your smile has brought clear skies, the memory of those chaotic, like a Road antenna, constantly reminds me, once I lost in your city. - Inscription
My name is Moran [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], three years ago, I live in the southwest corner of China, a lot of time on the study, a lot of time I do not speak a lot of time wandering outside, very little time at home, very few time with friends. But I do not feel lonely, this is my life, day after day to continue.
As you leave later in life, but I can not tell a word, it is carved into my life, left a deep mark, rushing through my veins night and day, refused to stop, has been singing of despair .
while singing the melody, broken and gorgeous, like the tragic fireworks late spring and flies zero.
the southwest corner of the city is not, but never gives the feeling of congestion, the streets are not straight majority, there are many corners, a lot of things on the street, the price is very affordable, especially in the evening, downtown placed next to a lot of shops selling snacks,
taste very good, spicy, sweet, hard to forget.
After graduating from elementary school [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I stayed in my aunt, my parents said, this is a good high school in order to later be admitted, have a good future. Hearing adults say, a small town where my aunt, where the quality of teaching better than my family, read, and will definitely amount to anything, can be the best on the high school.
aunt had a son, called Enron, almost as big as me [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he has long eyelashes, white skin analysis, long fingers, good looking. The total head with a large retro-style headphones, sound on full. If not much like his speech, I moved from his home to the middle school that day, we did not say three sentences on the full.
Later, listening to his friends that he does not like me, because to me, and disturb his quiet life, take away half of his happiness, if I snitch in front of his mother. He let me die ugly.
Since then, I told him from fear, fear of not pleasing to the eye to see me the day he makes me die ugly.
So, always careful to have every day, do not like to go out, like staying in the room, reading books, listening to music, painting, sometimes tired, move chairs to the balcony, sitting there. Downstairs to see the scenery, and I miss my parents. But never cried, but always felt
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