Time is always in a hurry, countless stories in the light of day, light of day in the people, will gradually fade in time, until calm or forgotten.
Years of change, not to the will of the people as a transfer, but the years will always be in the seasonal change of the moment, give people a lot of revelation.
The love of the wind, the heart of the leaf, dance to your heart's content, fall leisurely, immaculate. However, I believe that there is always a ray of warmth in the gaze of the falling leaves! That is: the heart of the falling leaves have the love of the wind, the intention of the wind, the love of the seasons. And then lonely people, but also the same will have a heart to perceive the warmth, such as a pure and ordinary piece of fallen leaves, even if it left, will still leave its scenery, the seasons because it has a beautiful and warm.
The long river of life, someone will become your lifelong friend, but more people are rubbing shoulders. Spread out your palm, hand heart whether harvest belongs to your warmth? Does it retain the flavor that belongs to you? Whether it is permanent, or brief, it brings us are worth remembering the warmth,.
Do not remember the wind when the ruthless, do not remember the rain when the sadness, do not miss the sadness of the departure, just remember a wisp of warmth, even if it is just a small wisp, it will be braided into a garland, with the wrist, the warmth of the shallow incense will accompany you forward, no longer lonely, no longer cold.
That bunch! That piece! That piece of land! In the eyes, in the heart, forever!