Spring and spring back, seasonal and slid the new starting point, write a paragraph of text, regardless of the future, not the past.
Life, like a leaf, through the seasons, experienced a cold heat, the final choice of buried in the earth.
Look, deciduous patches of light to fly, the spring Xia Meng memory, looking back slowly in the silent silence.
Look, wind blows up, those boring affair with the wind flying, messy.
See, how many joys and sorrows of earth running-in, acting, who have no intention of deciduous Xuanfei memory,, the heart has got the vicissitudes of life.
Years, such as floating dust, silent to earth with gray, when the sky shed drizzle, a then a, a connecting a, also can't wash with mark, also wash tired.
The arrival of spring, always want to find a quiet, looking at spring, an idyllic scene, most of the time, total fantasy, in the pale blue sky white clouds floating, follow, follow the clouds together through time and space, let the mood fly, let the heart is not worried and trance.
Along the way, look at all the vicissitudes of life, after the passions, always unable to release the silence in the heart of hearts, who slipped from the side of the scenery, the fading years, at the time of the filter, have cast a gray world.
The passing years, from not deliberately pursue, the go left, stay on the left, life is just like this, the journey of life, stop-and-go,
Stop-and-go, tired, rests, let the mood eased, pain, will not touch the wound, let scar healing therapy, tired, but still said to myself: maybe the next corner of the intersection, there will be a bunch of beautiful scenery beckons to us.
Perhaps, the journey of life, is a can not go beyond the line, even if we did, could not keep up with the pace of time.
Every time the time bank, want to let their souls, arbitrary in the river to swim, let the mood like a leaf boat shuttle freedom in the riverbed, let the heart lake Dangqi a slightest ripple, the fantasy life into the rose garden, full of beautiful hope drifting years deep.
Time is like the water, let me rush the pace of busy work, never ever stop.
Looking back through the road, every journey full of hardships, every footprint are branded with depth.
See, the time in a hurry in a hurry, snapping fingers, such as the fireworks cleared, prosperous, beautiful life, everything is passing cloud. Often sigh that time is short, sigh life many helpless, that once our youth away from, those beautiful memories will become a beautiful picture.
Web of life, in a show of withered in the context, leaving traces of the years glide, when the time will not be repeated, when all the green into brown, the original appearance, is engraved with the old time.
Blue love has faded, and the years, has put years of change, do not need to forget, do not need to be recalled in the past, when the spring is in the air again, just want to sit in a quiet place, flicked ink pen, write a paper, and years together!