In besides study, I always like to sit down and read silently books, and play the piano; Occasionally some close friends throughout the afternoon, outside mad; Don't is writing those "earthworms shape" of brush calligraphy. But more often, or will choose the one the stars of the night, riddled with galaxy carrying beloved telescope, to nearby mountain find a desolate and empty place, with a telescope arms in galactic gentle blinked his eyes gaze at the stars.
I don't like watching the sun, not afraid of burned eye, for a filter; Nor was it power, spooked by admit defeat, I just dissatisfaction it on high, seems to be conquered the world looks like. I don't like to see the moon, for its light is stolen. Only that a group of a bit of stars, they were all so equality. In the world of the stars, does not exist any dispute, the grotesque faces, only any good, only love. On the surface of the planet mountains and deep, such as a two-tone line, crisscross, constitute the screen, it pictures depicted chic as a little child lovely pure smiling face.
My school life is not really that riches, but it makes sense, it not only enriched my life, also have enriched my soul.