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As usual, I looked at my face that I always thought was handsome in front of the mirror in the morning. Pushing each other to grab the only toilet. Count the clothes and choose. Holding a book in his arm and holding an umbrella, he walked towards the dining hall and classroom all day. On the cement road with stagnant water, a group of people are skipping forward. Like an irregular dance rehearsal, like a rabbit looking for a way. Everyone escaped from this rainy day, except that I reached out to this gray mountain and sky for the artistic conception of writing poetry.

The man looked up under the umbrella eaves and enjoyed the scenery philosophically like me. However, she has music to echo her mood, but I can only look at this beautiful woman who only gave me half a face, running before the bell for the first node name. She may be older.