To go here for all I become not give up.

Last night, I cleaned up everything fake oakley sunglasses, all things are tucked into the heavy suitcase, but when I pull on the moment of the trunk zipper sight who becomes empty is up. I was leaving. Good-bye cabin.

First entered one year ago hut. That day I took my mother in September as the company of the sun could come down to the strange city, this is my way of farthest from home to study a. Car slowly stopped, at present this in a strange that I began to be afraid of all up, then even have a dismal lonely in my mind up to the home also miss sublimated a never had the height. Finally go to many students fed the crowd, I came to the school.

Cabin build on the playground of school, here is the earthquake disaster areas, hut is actually to put up for the victims and the houses. Row, is located in every corner of the playground.

That night I came to the cabin door, gently wipe locked dust and opened the door.

The house was dark, in this moist air to send out a share in the pungent odor of stale, on the wall groped for good after a I finally find the the light switch. The decoration of the house is very simple, a bed, a desk, a vintage clothes closet and two chairs. Long time no one living in these ancient decoration in the backlog of dust seems to be under fallen apart, on the wall there is a fan of downed window, also don't know when was stationed on the glass a large hole. Everything here has long been forgotten, like the polar corner, and then I became a chance encounter with it pioneer.

And now here in the construction of all I have permeated with the under the warmth of home, the light of the room was bright, floor, every day I drag of the shining, various kinds of life for I will they a neat, the former mildewy smell has long been my favorite jasmine scent replaced. And now to go, it also became I am in here the only give up.
Look at the corner of that a lot of the pile up baggage dopie , I found that I like to take things is so much, this year I acquire for of the hut, hut for my custody is so heavy full figure. In the strange city is the cabin to my home feeling, is together we in the foreign lonely deserted strange place into the warmth of home, is it with the thin iron for I resist the heart of the attachment to the home, let me be independent courage to brave to face the world wrong of the SuoSuoSuiSui life.

In the small house I carry away a lot of a lot of things, what is left is also a lot of, take not to go is my memory, leaving is my memory, and the cabin is always of stay at my memory, is feeling or love, I will never be able to put it to give off.

I slowly will be travelling bag here out of door along with memory, the iron shut in the hut, head back towards home of the direction, in the heart of the loud Shouting: cabin bye, bye cabin