Sometimes look to the calendar, always will be frightened.
Or i need rust take time to catch the bus ? How flies so fast.
It wants to do to make life's full,
But every time, or watching the time slip away in the side,
I still did not do.
Days or so day by day too.
There is no purpose too ....
It wants to force the inviting time
But no matter how much effort exhausted,
Also is vain.
Time has never been stay for anyone.
Recalling last year, or did not do to what event.
Instead, go to few places to see,
Be regarded as a reward for their work.
Therefore, the still the dream of the dream.
Only last for this year arranged a number of course,
To detached work, more than a year to enrich themselves,
Sense, read more books a year just happens to be sufficient.
As to whether the practice,
Still or rely on suitable courses,
Of course, plus that little bit of courage,
After all, a knowledge,
Must be insisted.
I hope that the coming days,
I must strive to be a stick person.
