Pull the fleeting time and say goodbye.

When I grow up, I can only run. I can only run, how scared I am, falling in the dark. Hello tomorrow, smile with tears. The better you are, the more afraid you are of getting it. Every time I cry, I run with a smile. While losing, looking for. Hello tomorrow, the voice is so low. But remind me of what bravery is.

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Every time I hear the song "Hello tomorrow," of Milk Coffee, I can't help but slow down, let the lyrics and melodies gently ease in my ear, empty all the tiredness, let my thoughts float away, and the emotional tears whirl into flowers. At sunrise, the morning light wakes me up, and at sunset, the sunset urges me to sleep, and my shadow is hidden in the rush of people.

Yes, my fleeting years were once as youthful as this song, and then I got separated from my partners in a toast, and then I learned to run alone, to walk alone on an unknown road, and to get up with a smile every time I fell.

Alone in this confused world looking for a corner of mine, and where are you, those friends who struggle side by side, where are you at the end of the world, are you searching like me, running alone, smiling in my memory? have you been holding on to fleeting time like me?

I have seen such a sentence many times: I just want to say goodbye to fleeting years. Goodbye, what a painful parting, what a gentle wave. Pulling fleeting time, how hard it is to take a fight in order to make a short stay of the fleeting time. It takes a lot of courage to say goodbye to fleeting years in order to be separated from the beautiful past and resolutely refuse. Often see such literature and art and popular on the Internet, I can not help but cry, time is always too beautiful, too beautiful to move forward, the pace is always in a hurry, in a hurry to all the fleeting years are fireworks.

How much I don't give up, how much love I have. Goodbye, goodbye, never see you again.

Do you remember? In that most ignorant time, that group of lovely friends seemed to be carrying God's instructions, tender faces, black and innocent eyes, dirty hands, and I accidentally met in a corner of life, and I read by the window, making a crisp reading sound, fighting with me at recess, sharing the food we brought every day, and going to the well to fetch water with me. Roll with me on the lawn covered with grass shavings. It was the sprouting of an initial friendship and played the happiest childhood at the beginning of life.

Later, the passage of time, ignorant exuviate, ushered in the beautiful cardamom. My memory is so pure white, I only remember that in the time of struggle, I encountered countless vibrant faces, excited with me. There is a positive response in class, writing hard in self-study, dancing in recess, and the years of cold windows can also be so boiling. Cardamom age, such as green apricot is still young, rebellious, stubborn, confused, always want to open their tender wings, get rid of the shackles of their parents, to soar outside the sky.

Fleeting time, you let me struggle at the initial age, and give me such a group of intimate friends, not wasted, not lonely. Bosom friends have never been so deep. Later, you imperceptibly influenced us to finish the graduation party in the busy third year of junior high school. At that time, we were in high spirits, writing down loudly, applauding for the future and endless enthusiasm. Even if we were hurt and depressed, some friends could cry together. Graceful age, girls' initial feelings for boys, pure but careful, green years will always be young and fleeting in the picturesque appearance, so carefully treasured.

High school, is in my misfortune to fall, the classmates got their wishes ushered in, so with my injury, with my fall fled to the so-called iron blood ordinary high school, and here, is not my dream. Perhaps the injury of youth is too dazzling, I drag tired body and mind to this does not belong to me in the distance, no longer passionate, no longer high, no longer longing, no longer yearning, just blindly fall. The ridicule of friends, the regret of teachers, the helplessness of parents are all disconsolate, like a century-old dry well, throwing stones can not hear the echo, I always think that my youth will be buried together. Look at the busy figure of the students, for the college entrance examination, for the future, busy, and I except panic, is confused.

That year, when I registered my classmate's address book, I hesitated. What should I write down to wish them an early realization of their college dream or a bright future? As for myself, who wrote what kind of blessing for me? This piece of paper, unexpectedly can not find the thought of writing. In a toast, they went to pursue their dreams, but I could only accept the ups and downs of time.

Fleeting time will not pity anyone's grief, but will only leave those who hesitate behind. The notice of the college entrance examination came down, I have no choice, I can only live in some ordinary university. Listening to the joyful news of all of you, I watched them go out of their hometown and go to the ideal university with great ambition as they were busy preparing for wine. I had no words and congratulated them silently in my heart.

My college, my dream. Four years passed in a hurry, just like a blank piece of paper. Now, among the people who go to society, can you be among them?

Often think, if fleeting give me once if, if I work harder and harder at the age when I should struggle, will I be able to fulfill my dream? Set up a bright banner for youth, if I am a little more cheerful, can I gather more friends, drive away loneliness, and meet more people? If I am a little more free and easy, can I splash my youth into color?

Perhaps, fleeting, is a never tired song, bright and sad; fleeting, do not understand the falling flowers, hurried and ruthless; fleeting, is a precious florescence, stunning and short; fleeting, is the morning dew of the morning light, clear and fleeting.

Fleeting time, before I can hold you, you slip away quietly. As time goes by, the memory is a little mottled, and then I can no longer piece together a complete picture.

Fleeting time, you owe me a wait, I want to pull you, good-bye.

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