"All laws, like dreams and dreams, like dew and like electricity, should be viewed as such."

-- inscribe, the picture with the bus opened a page of disciple ji gradually clear.

If god sends a passenger.

Can you make him stay longer?

For a long time...He is a colleague as well as a friend.

The dark night hides your black eyes with its black hands under the bright starry sky.

His right hand clings to your left hand, up and down, left and right

Silent, you go up the steps, across the grass, through the jungle...

Small black room, tears such as beans across your SOB face.

He holds your hand more firmly, want to tell you, Thanksgiving parents also want to be happy themselves.

Warm, hand - to - hand, even if the foreign land you are not only you.

Eight meters high in the air, fear like an electric shock makes you shiver.

He threw his head back, raised his hands and shouted at you.

Brave, you close your eyes and leap.

Standing in front of a high wall, helpless as blood scattered in every corner of your pupils.

Strong legs, broad shoulders, he built you a meat ladder.

Steady, you step by step, straight into the blue sky.

In the gravity queue, you want to lie on your stomach with injuries.

One by one, you hit your head up and down, though the team flags were broken.

A series of snow leopard attacks, sending ripples through your heart.

For two days, you scream with excitement, and the corners of your mouth turn downward.

He who is watching you silently in the corner is your exclusive angel.

Warm, wall-board stickers, where angels record your every drop.

Honey, he's not a passer.

He's from hunan or hubei, he's from henan or jiangxi, he's from sichuan or gansu

Gathering together, and you hand in hand, just for the wind and fire rush nine continents.