晓薇手迹

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. it becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom. And only when I smile that I can see the angel passing over ^o^

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Taking the transfer bus in L.A.
These guys looks really like the crimes in prison,hahahahaha :P

Me again in L.A. with my damn heavy luggage~~

Our teacher in the airport lounge, sleeping so deep :P

The guy I met on the airport during the flight form L.A. to Seattle, who has a big house in FOREST, and three dogs, each of who is as three times weight as me,coooool ^O^

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

那个老头好可爱 呵呵

8:34 AM  

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