But, there was a little uneasiness, a little restlessness, second-hand car transactions, and a little hope. Afraid of unexpected encounters, perhaps because not completely forgotten yet. Looking forward to unexpected encounters, perhaps because I want to take a look. I don't know what kind of woman I really am. Remember when I was a child, I really liked a fountain pen, and after an argument with my brother, the pen became the victim, and I cried for a long time. Related thematic articles: http://www.edtechtesol.org/elgg/pg/blog/read/789546/