the school courtyard in thick fog, somewhere, the gently crackling, ticks have birds flapping wing fly through. rain, soft gentle but fresh air throughout, just like the scene in the dream.in the early morning just down the ship, yet no early bus, making you have to call a taxi to the port market.in the row of trees luxuriant leaves, grows in the rain gently shake. She pulled a heavy suitcase, struggled on the road, on the forehead full of sweat, the white dress was soon being rain water and dirt contamination.She put his hand up to wipe sweat of brow, tired-looking four sides. her eyes are the gate which she attempts to touch now has right before your eyes.She sat in the last row, right next to the window, can breathe in the fresh air, can see the canopy over the doorway.coming soon, the classroom is very quiet. She began student life full of difficulties.
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