Still a few hours, and the year of the double eleven, the legend of the big day.While the mobile phone can open the page, browse the space is completely two themes Shuabing a double eleven shopping carnival, also helping to bring out a new vocabulary - hand chop party.The other one is in a mature, shouted to the end of the single, but no one came about. Looking at the two theme turns scraper, I can only silently closed space.Because I know that you don't have enough money, I would not have to worry about myself to chop the hand, I am still a student, not suitable for the end of the single life, obediently read out again.I can do is to lie down, close your eyes, slowly memories, today I learned what knowledge, perhaps, only in this way, to afford the consumption of today's youth, can make me smile to greet the double eleven.Double every year there will be eleven, but I can only come to the college entrance examination, can never again, this is my double eleven, and most people are not the same as the eleven combat mode.