Sender: AnsiEditor Duan Huangye is dead. The old monk’s Dharma number is illuminated, message area: ANSI Title: The color of the sky Sending site: Sun and Moon Guanghua Wednesday, November 10, 2004 23:27:15, site mail .. o ; " " space..... The train cars passed through the tunnel one after another, and the wind smelled of kapok. ヽ Stick your head and count the streets of the old days. How many stories do we have? The alienated city and the frivolous youth are both bitter and sweet, only you know There is a voice that I cannot forget. I still remember my grandma singing softly to me. 彡ヽミ Children, don’t forget that human encounters have their own rules. One day when the world changes, don’t forget the original color of the sky ^ ^ The fun of chasing in the sunshine in the rice fields. A boat floats in the water by the river. The dandelions are blown away like snow drifting in the wind, a sign of summer When you grow up, will you forget that we have to hook up and make an agreement? Who knows the changes in the future? I remember a song that goes like this Source: Sun and Moon Guanghua bbs.fudan.edu.cn [FROM: 60.63.178.76] Modification: AnsiEditor modified this article at 23:28:29 on November 10 [FROM: 60.63.178.76]