One in three students in Singapore sentiment
Not the brain commands, I am very natural look of the rise of the sun, the sun slowly hide in the clouds. I speak with the sun » I Hun Letou the Mody » However, I really lost ah! I admit defeat to Singapore, to this strange concession of the city. Right ah! I admit defeat on how the! This does not look like I ah!

Therefore, I Buchibuhe, not endless sleep until the next day, finally Cantou. This is a winner for the losers Kou city, not to accept a loser here. I do not understand mathematical topics beginning to see, I can Yibianyibian doing the same type of question, remember that subject until the routines. Do not pass the English, I can read English all night long night of stories, from the beginning to fully understand little knowledge, to the present can read in English joke. Until finally passes in English. Speaking of the poor in order to practice, I practice in front of the mirror Yibianyibian, regardless of the face and the students do not speak fluent English. So finally passed the oral test. Why, then, I can not try to take a look at the sky here, enjoy the sunshine here? »

Desert, but also the survival of the tenacious cactus; altitude, the birds have seen the struggle; deep, the efforts have fish alive. So Singapore's sun, I firmly footsteps, also regardless of all the sounds.

The more fierce summer sun, grass trees more vibrant. Green for the world's treasures hope. Not long ago, this grass trees like the sun is also survived the obstacles. They grabbed the body of water stored, and then swaggering. However, they are much longer than the spring to flourish. This is Yuhuofenghuang! After all kinds of hardships to overcome the hardships, there is an unexpected harvest.

I have to do this Yuhuofenghuang! This is not unfamiliar with the fear and pressure to overthrow! The dream is closest to the sun, hiding the sun is not tantamount to abandoning the dream of Mody »

9:00, the sun rose to the highest point. I am ready, go out the door. To the east coast to see! Habits out of the bag beach umbrella, but soon realized that what put back. I with a smile, to bus stops. From the sun suddenly feel that, I do not have hands cover the face, but you raise your head, look it ------

You think that, I will fear you Mody!

The beginning of doubt, is not a dream start in growth before this island nation to be killed out of the scorching sun » The hope is that luxury has become a distant » Is not, I have been trapped by »