The leaves gave me the deepest emotion is an indescribable sadness hair transplant hong kong.
University of military training is also the site before the rows of trees. September days boring hot, wind is unsatisfactory in September, both the "Seagull" or "phoenix" are not all students eager for the rain. I remember this rain non-stop from spring to summer go, in June a.
South of the Yangtze River, some of the leaves was a walk this way: Xia Shengya, by the green autumn, winter spring leaves gradually yellow, in Xiao Xiao. Out of season. The leaves fall is a slightly weight posture, to about thirty degrees slope downward perturbation, with the wind rustle whirring ringing, not curled in the fog of the county have a calm, let people the illusion is a rustling rain. I'm afraid only the unseasonable rain can cause people to quiet, I like it a dug out dust flavor.
At the end of the May a day at noon, sitting in the review of dormitory room, empty room I was the only one, two students came to me, one person said with a smile: "this is the self-study room like, I haven't.." At that moment, Interactive Learning I felt I was in jail. Always smile and say the classroom hardcore constitute a prison, his is one of the prisoners and don't know it. I am in the notebook to write down: find the one that makes you feel is not easy in prison places, you should cherish. Say is still bitter satire. When the window under the rustling rain, I once illusion that is an anachronistic leaves.
This one's journey, I indistinct understanding: the weight of the bag that you still exists, and all the stubborn are vulnerable to hide. Each woman, born not suited to be a lone wolf, bad, do the lone sheep in the wrong path. A friend sent this sentence: "travel can love, can die in the road." I always thought I was the lone sheep, the unseasonal Yela, die on the road at any time.
University, is also a new start fund deposit withdrawal.
Tomorrow, leaves, please bless it well years.