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If I were a small tree You beauty, even in the tottering to natural and unrestrained rotation of each leaf in the air, it leaves each will be a symbol of my life, I also deep emotional sustenance, fruitful achievements there are carrying the lens and the years of my life of dribs and drabs.

I always have intention to not intentional of gather a fallen leaves in the book, and the heart is moved along with the mood to write down a note on life, especially for ginkgo leaves, with some attachment, a few minutes, leave the leaves in the past.

Leaves the sense that gives a person is so bleak, as glebe's old, and not only days old, not wasteYou beauty, some people are late, and some people was old.

I stood in the bustling streets, and yellow leaves of the rain washed my hands, it still, I was weak, I think this is the diffused time gives the tenacity of the fallen leaves, and I was the autumn wind and rain baptism, talents and dyed yellow castle peak, skinny old trees, crumpled adapt to life, survival.

So, I started looking for deciduous journey, leisure, pieced together, color painting, even up, is the scenery pictures of my life ADHD Treatment.

Autumn leaves. Drifts over my friend's laughter, my young shoulders, across my journey footprint, where as for the future, waiting for me to be.

I would only like to pure life, the tree of life evergreen forever, even with the autumn leaves, also expect it quietly.

I am sure that homelessness is not home, is the departure point of life.

I hope I can see the day again, bring the inspiration of my life, and yellow leaves of the book, I seem to understand what, it leaves from past thoughts, with years with lots of memories, telling me that hong kong restaurant .