My back all kinds of bags, with the parents" expectations. I live and study hard, I want to take a break, how sad life.

But at this moment my good friend - shadow, walked over, it took my shoulder gently, "friend, this is nothing, you can not, and I do."

I have been walking with shadow for over ten years. There is a way of life, bittersweet, difficult The path winds along mountain ridges., and I wonder! But you just open your mouth and don"t hear. As if I want to understand, the world"s bubble is just in a flash, to the flow of tears in my heart, so there will be power! Shadow, in memory, you are really a good teacher!

I walk with the shadow, we become a pair of scissors. Our two pronged approach, to dream of silk of the picturesque, to clarify the reality of Art beats nature.. It tells me, "reality is hard work and persistence."

I chase the same dream with the shadow, even if the time flows in my eyes.

I walked with the shadow, into a pair of chopsticks. I"m in front of you, I"m on the left, and the shadow is on your right. We hold the day and night together, taste the taste of life.