Winter is very rare to see him, is probably the day is cold, no warm clothes, how does he spend a long winter, I still don't know. His children lived in this village
SEO, may be now give him something to eat, that cannot bear to see him die.
On the junior high school, I seldom see him again, and after nearly a year or two, you think of such a person, the person ask just know he is dead for a long time. Is a tree in the village after the commit suicide by hanging, a 2:00 late-autumn fruit .
Buried in the library in the day, just as what also didn't happen.
Past comparable to cry, cause I'm thinking of humanity, a poor man, a madman, a lifetime, for these no feelings as a child, how tragical now? I have no sorrow to him, at best, only sympathy, his situation not let other people sad, hurt, he, is our feeling. When you get serious, maybe you will also have a trace of bitterness on human nature, is now gradually forgotten and the details of the dead, but the living the indifference of hypocrisy is still continuing
Singulair, heart fainted, our record is your, don't care about yourself have reference value for the world. Is selfish people, tend to put people into the edge of the position, the final itself boldly jump again.