My holiday my family,ten.one golden week will float in the sky with lauges,remember w**es of the sea as snow,remember the roar when windsthat blow,remember unforgettable,endless,capricious,make people intoxicated with the sea.
I also want to read a good book,let oneself into a seedling,rooted in the book of the pure land,absorbs the nutrition knowledge,broaden their horizons. With books,as the magic machine of time and space,as the bridge of the mind,communication up and down in five thousand,with friends all over the world with joy and sadness,from now on,heart no longer lonely.