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Odd been to the Sahara, have been to the Hoh Xil
I always dream of doing such a
Backpack on my back, moving forward step by step
Then turned around and saw a clear step behind a
Then look desolate stretch the distance, is a desert,

The soil with a home body
No matter where, where is my home
No matter where, no longer will be acclimatized
Although only a skim, but branded my heart deeply
No matter how far, and my heart is always tied to that home

Before I left home that day, I thought, I'll be back.

I left home that day,
Plato, my family died.
It was eighteen years old when he died, young adults, in fact, no one knows it's birthday, I do not know.
So I took the day it adopted its custom birthday.
I said, starting today, you are my people, I want you to reborn.

Plato was a warm and elegant gentleman, never superfluous action. In addition to tummy.
It is lazy, like the sun drying the body feeling lazy, I know it is the world's most laid back person.
It does not hurt students worry about the world, it only needs the sun, warm and full.
It is good as gold, every day motionless looking at me lying on the desk, writing. It is not speech, it is like to listen.
I hold it that, you have lost, is not think I Xiangshou it?
It shook his head.
I know it always this way, always feel very personal, you give it what it is negative, it will be rejected.
It is this way, always reluctant to admit that in mind.
As it and its owner, stubborn temper.

I put it before the speaker, put it like punk, listen to it.
It was dead, I do not know if it is large volume stimulate the eardrum, it can not carry a small heart.
In fact, it is the day I have been nagging ear, and it discusses the problem of metaphysics and metaphysical science.
But I did not think that has been silent on it, and actually shape and scared to death.

It is doomed. This point, I know.
It said it wants to die for music, it says music is its soul, and the habitat of the text is its harbor.
No wonder it it will start hearing the punk Yaotouhuangnao.
No wonder it has been lying in my diary.

Later, Lrene told me. Her junior high school has had a pet lizard, called Socrates.
I want to laugh, I wanted to laugh when happy, joyous smile special.
I Plato, is the four-legged tortoise.

Before I go, to Plato's buried in my bed.
Because I always think, good friends because of the back to back. Mutually dependent.
That night I had a dream.
Plato, I say thank you to accompany me for so long, even though you do not speak, but I know you really understand.
Now I have to leave, leave you and my family.
I want to find new partners, one can tell me the story many, many good friends.
Plato, you must bless me Oh, wish I could find a dependent person.


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