and experience different customs, not to be a frog.
This year, I was 22 years old, I gradually began to learn financial management, learn to buy all kinds of insurance, funds, treasury bonds, financial knowledge and learn, take a small part of the money stock, and not put all your eggs in one basket.
This year, I am 22 years old, I would keep a good attitude, I will rely on their own hands and strive to achieve my dream, to understand blessing in disguise, a blessing in disguise. Rather than to hate the father, not a gang, officials blindly jealous of those who second-generation, second-generation rich.
This year, I was 22 years old, I will try to talk about a real love,
not because of lonely days, not because he can give me material to enjoy, not because he makes me less hard years, but because I often He will have to see the heart beat feeling, I love him, and nothing more.
This year, I was 22 years old, I will learn to say no, I will be willing to tell me that I abandoned the former strong man say no, because he would do this to someone today, tomorrow will do this to me. Let him save himself, but also to avoid harm another innocent woman, why not?
This year, I am 22 years old, about to leave the campus and the backing of the blessing from their parents and began my real journey of life, the horizon, are raised to greet the dawn with open arms to join my future, is such a wonderful start, facing the sea , spring.Dreaming
Amidst the annihilation of the March twilight, Suixin Montreal Fallen flowers in April. As if the heart has long been used to this season’s confused and distressed. Gongbaichuicheng sadness, accompanied by spring evening the rain used to drip into the dawn; wistfully hope, get used to carrying blossoming spring day turned into a southern rain clouds; and the awakening of those who learn from their mistakes, seems to have used a flash followed sun flowers scattered into mud … … When one day suddenly found that I have not the original, I only feel life can not perish, but lives have changed, slowly began to think about, and slowly seek to trace the years that vast flood of romance, a time tunnel in pursuit of those who forget to carry the passion, and pursuit of those rings in the sun and the moon … the dream of growing old … May seemed destined to be a complex season. Warm sun, the sun seems buried in the earth can not afford the years of decay, long the breeze, seemed to wreak havoc in the air blowing can not afford to put the years of rotten. Bodhi-tree, Der Africa and Taiwan,
