Internet
No Internet to me, it is like
A hunting ground loses its hunter
A hunter loses its gun
A gun loses its target
A target loses its bull's eye
No Internet to me, it is like
Spring without thunder lightning
Summer without shinning stars
Fall without falling leaves
Winter without white snow
Oh, My Internet
You are my eyes
You are my ears
You are my nose
You are my mouth
Oh, My Internet
You are my phone
You are my car
You are my home
You are my dream
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发表于 2009-2-21 22:30:00