Sigh the past, affectionate, hurt, out of reach!
In the world, dust fate disturbs one after another, thoughts rise and fall, where the heart stumbles, memories go back and forth.
I still remember that many years ago, those beautiful pictures when they were young, two or two bosom friends, chattering endlessly about dawn by candlelight, real, simple, clean and transparent! The kind of sincere emotion with no purpose and no return, knowing and cherishing each other because of simple affinity, has become the most luxurious realm of communication between people after a few years. I do not know whether it is a pity!
Some people say that the passage of time will eventually change us all. In fact, not necessarily, perhaps time is static, what has changed is us, it is our heart that has changed the original intention unconsciously, so that there are mottled traces of the passage of time!
The past is like smoke, how can I look back, joy is empty like idle sorrow. Let the wind and rain be cold, blowing on the heart. How much to leave the bosom do not suffer, talk to the bosom friend Chang endlessly. When I feel bad, my heart is sore and tears flow directly. Hugh, everything is the same! Fleeting years are like water, never stay. Parting from a melancholy heart is hard for the rest of my life. Only an inch of sadness, do not leave me, but on the mind. May tomorrow, after the rain, clear up, rainbow around! The words I once filled in are still fresh in my memory after many years. Young and frivolous, always think that a little grievance is hurt, that for the new words strong sorrow era, always for no reason lonely and sad, for no thread of melancholy and hesitation. It seems that there is always a feeling that if this is the case, how can I bear it?
The dream of youth, oh, has spread in heaven and earth. Once upon a time, I would care about the distance between dream and reality. Later, always after the later, will understand: there is only a turning distance between the dream and the reality! Before turning around, the dream is full of flowers; after turning around, the world is a riot of colors! Gradually, we are at a loss for the dream, numb to drift with the current, do not know where to go, and do not like the way home. And the so-called dream, only in the dream or occasionally when recalling the past, there is such a trace of memory!
We have walked through the street of youth is still the same, still singing the song of youth, there will always be some people who are still young, staged the story of youth. But today, we are getting farther and farther away from the days of youth. No one's strings will fiddle with our heartstrings, and no one's face will shine our memories. We're all grown up! And the first sign of growing up is to face reality! Now you will inadvertently look back on the past? Do you often talk about your dreams when you were young with a smile? Will you still like those fine words? In any case, I wish you: take care, forever!
The flowers are in bloom, and they seem to be old friends. When the years and beauty, has become a sigh in the wind and dust, your sentimental eyes, there are old tears. I often recall the songs that I failed to sing to you in my life!
Once hand in hand with joy and sorrow, together through the youth road of life, are you all right now?
In love with the wind and dust, youth has no regrets!
Author: happy face
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