See this picture, I think of my own. In this photo, the boy threw the book out of the sea, is perhaps the book gave him the pressure and the fetter, he wants to pursue free life, will only do this, then I might it not so, I also want to lose the worry, to lose pressure, lose, free to enjoy the happy time. But reality doesn't allow me to do so, we only study hard, study hard, will have a better future. Time of innocence forever belongs only to the past. We must grasp now, so I don't have a little freedom, and no trace of his own good time, how I want to put down the book I go out to play, but this is the hope. I hope in the future every day, I really don't regret I give up now the price of freedom. Time is never found again, where is the freedom of life.
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