17-year-old sky, a little blue, large flowers big flowers of white clouds floating in the air, failed to cover the sun shine bright.
The sky looked so good but sometimes confused, sometimes lost in wait to be able to smell some fresh soup ribs slightly greasy smell in the air scattered throughout, after the sound of my mother will put the call to mass into my ear
Very gentle mother, whenever I was extremely frustrated and depressed, she will always listen to me complain smiled, and then will be very seriously to make some suggestions. Relatively speaking, it seems that a very warm father will always be full of vitality refueling shout to me.
In this lively and warm family feel that their own personality out of tune with this. As a result of this knot has been untied, and then more silence.
After their parents can not help but break out once before, to their own thoughts and feelings come clean, has not been to blame, but gained more understanding and tolerant.
Now, I have made many good friends, learned how to laugh, to see what the value and meaning of existence. In this way, I am in a warm and harmonious atmosphere of life long gone through the first 16 years.
Suddenly found that, Thanksgiving was a 16-year-old age, and around their home to friends who occasionally sent letters thick, which they will always be loaded with a never-ending mine Road.
Youth is contradictory, as the young 16-year-old, clearly created an attractive, but both sides of the roads are covered with thorns. Walking trail, turn slightly, a delicate fragrance will face the onslaught from gardenia opened, 17-year-old during the rainy season, the door has been opened, are waiting for me to hand over their tickets. I bow to look at the palm of the hand, see only the "feeling of relatives and friends" It's two words.
I was standing on the air clean, sunny vibrant taste, smiled happily.