Memories of the early hours have a pair of bold in you. This is the new school year. The bag that my mother sent by mail from her 'Hue to the right to the school launch. Alas! A pair that I longed for.
It is a pair of imitation leather, black as the hair of the new girl. The pair is slightly larger than your scorecard. He had a strap on his shoulders, and he had a strap like Na's nose sitting next to him. The pair is not as shiny as a pair of pajamas that it smudges like tile roofs or nailed like dragon scales, fish scales. From a distance, dragon scales emerge, forming smooth lines as an ancient roof tile roof. In front of the pair is a compartment made of sheets of love, with a zipper. I used this check room and outside is a silk picture printed Thien Mu Pagoda with seven-storey tower. Around the pair is bordered by a beautiful pink stitching thread. The middle of the two loops is a two-sided hook. Every time I open the pair, I just hold a zipper from the "river to the end of the river", the two pairs of sides open as the banks of a river, while it emits a chisel sound like tear cloth. Inside, there is a drawstring, lined with green silk. Great book, textbooks, magazines of the day. On the other hand, I put on school supplies and a raincoat on a cloudy day. All are neatly arranged. So at the beginning of the fourth year of class, I had a new pair of books like Na's Plum. The new pair will accompany you to the fun class of the opening day.