Say last week, my "Lamborghini" (a very broken electric small three wheels) rabbed, the small wheel in front of the frame, the two wheels behind the fire, the pain for several days of the feed, it is not just too fast to open. It hurt me to ride the bike for ten days. It will be hard to finish until Sunday, and finally I can have it repaired.

　　That Lamborghini really is, when he is a sports car, he doesn't give face to him. He drives fast, and the three wheels are all in the sky. When he drives slowly, he can't afford the name of Rambo.

　　Mention my Lamborghini, but it's a little bit old. That is my father sent to me to send special tools, faster than the courier express, send other people express, the day to the day to the single day to be honest, no matter my "Lamborghini" bad I have to send the express delivery, every day delivery, every day to receive praise. I would rather have all the pain buried in my heart than send the express one second later. That's what I want to do.

　　Go out downstairs and pick up "Lamborghini", think of those express history, think of those 0 bars, 99 bars 1, and look at his "knife marks". I really don't want to drag my teammate, but I really don't want to send express and send it so fast. Oh, no one sent me a courier? I do not want other people to praise, teammates to report ah. Express delivery is really a joy to others and a hatred for teammates.

　　The lesson from me is not to send express mail to others, nor to express as fast as Yuantong express, as if it were as slow as Bill. ——Silent_TimeFlies