I,a pair of degrees with the eyes,face a melon,with the exception of hair,the other and no different from others,but has a special假小子head.Although there is no introduction of "new equipment",but also considered as a "parts" complete.
I was an ordinary person,nothing is different with others,life,is also a hard-working,studious,usually is good,cheerful,but in a time when ordinary,but also of the unusual.I sometimes warm and tolerant,and sometimes eventful stingy.But I always consider myself an eventful,not only appearance,as well as hearts,their own personality and mood.I think that I am what I am,no one can replace.
I,a broad range of loving me,and others,listen to music,reading,painting,but with some different,I also like playing the piano,I think it is to cultivate a culture of character,unique art,is that I can reflect their own personality,increasing a skill,have an ordinary way,but also some extraordinary talent.
I experienced the ups and downs,experienced scenery,there have been self-confidence,have been proud of,and there was a cheerful day.But today,due to the failure of an examination,I become pessimistic,inward change.And I still use the original vision,to look at themselves,a "skin touch" of its own.But I still was convinced that I am what I am,as long as I try,I was the original myself.
I,a very elusive,and I want everyone to be able to thoroughly know me,everyone can become my friend,I do not want to Forever,I was a vast sea of humanity in the sand,but brilliant night sky,a beautiful meteor,though short,has a brilliant moment.
In the ordinary and extraordinary in there is a me,an ordinary and extraordinary crystal.The feelings of old and new changes trying to struggle with the future in the past good-bye days,but I would also like to learn from each other,and strive to be re-perfect,I make a disguise themselves,or those of my good,bad ,let it come to naught!
In the entire world there's nobody like me. Since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me. Nobody has my smile. Nobody has my eyes, my nose, my hair, my hands, or my voice.
No one can be found who has my handwriting. Nobody anywhere has my tastes - for food or music or art. No one sees things just as I do. In all of time there's been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me. And what makes me laugh and cry will never provoke1) identical laughters and tears from anybody else, ever. No one reacts to any situation just as I would react.
I' m the only one in all of creation2) who has my set of abilities. Oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the things I'm good at, but no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination3) of talents, ideas, abilities and feelings. Like a room full of musical instruments4), some may excel5) alone, but none can match the symphony6) sound when all are played together. I'm a symphony.
Through all of eternity no one will ever look, talk, walk, think or do like me.
I'm special. I'm rare.