前两天陪宿舍朋友看大学的毕业视频，一首S.H.E.的《老婆》听得我泪流满面。想起了我的大学时光，想起了我们当年做出的一个又一个活动，想起了那些很知心很贴心很温暖的好友们，想起了从学校东门到学校西门要走的25分钟时间，想起了我们环湖破破烂烂的宿舍...一点一滴，清晰如昨天。

    中南政法的XDJM们，我是真的很想你们。

吃了好多油炸食品，不健康啊...

聪明的印度女孩儿

宿舍另一个也是除我之外唯一的一个中国女生

RT

LAST WILL OF MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON

2009年5月2日，江苏省南通中学迎来百年校庆。

我

05届的同学们

'Oh, no,' I gasped as he slid down onto one knee.

'Be nice,' he muttered.

I took a deep breath.

'Isabella Swan?' He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. 'I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever. Will you marry me?'

There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, 'Yes.'

'Thank you,' he said simply. He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine.