Click the image to enter the next image . Life in beijing is great but boring . Wake up at 11 o'clock , open the windows , fresh air makes me happy , then go to the restaurant downstairs with my pajama to have some porridge . This is how a new day begins . I had a weird dream last night . It's about a tree which dies every evening then reborn in the next morning . The tree makes me sad , i don't know how to describe the feeling when i saw the tree , its face is familiar , like someone who pass my life softly but left a smile intentionally . Yep , when i think of white color , there is a picture like this appears in my mind : in a empty ward , everything is silence , death is screaming lightly , the shade of trees are swing on the wall . "Stranger" , nice to meet you , really . We are random strangers and we are destined to talk too : )
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