If life is a dream

Childhood

The night water, cool breeze, stars twinkle. I looked up, hand ah, until the neck sour, don't stop.

The sun gives a stretch, from the east side to climb up, the cock be in fine fig, vigor full, " Oh ... " make the welkin ring, I am unable to hold oneself back up, along with his cat.

Youth

I always dream to fly into the nature, be light of heart from care. To desolate north, group of armored, dance sword, a vicissitudes of life, kowtow to the north. Go to the Yellow River view, " the river of yen" " back to the sea ", just think of great momentum, and assimilation. To the warm south, put a paper umbrella, full of my dreams of youth, more travel farther, eventually stranded on the side of. Sit still bamboo, see cross-strait leaves swaying, the grass is green and luxuriant., really is a stalwart of the body. Green grass, safflower, thriving, and burst out of passion and vitality of life, appear lively.

The future of all mystery, wait 2013!