离开我的故乡时，一篇日记
This morning,sitting in my chair,spreading the music I am into in my room,I write this diary.
Listen,who is singing in the blue sky? Why, why he doesn't come to my roof? My dear friend,listen,listen!
When I stand on the edege of my hometown,I hear the leaves around this town are thinking of their dreams deeply.Slight rain, which is a little cold,falls in my heart quietly.Life,isn't often like what we hope.The road,doesn't often go towards the direction which we ourselves want to go.Life,in our life,is always it.Everyone that lives in his life, cann't but believe the future and run towards,never,never give up,never, never let sorrow sread its wings in the sky. Do you bilieve so?
Wait! Wait! Wait quietly.You can do what you want, oneday.
Everyone that lives in his life,
离开我的故乡时，一篇日记
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