LINLIN DESIGN-Farewell

LINLIN DESIGN-Farewell

Angry hair straight vertical burst high crown, with the railing of the place, Xiaoxiao rain just stop.

Looking up into the distance, I looked up to the sky and screamed loudly, excited and agitated by my ambition to strive for strength.

He was thirty years old, and though he had made some achievements, he was like dust, and the march of eight thousand miles was like putting on a cloud and wearing a moon.

Must not lightly intended to let the young man's hair white, in exchange for the empty sad.