Childhood memories always stay in the world of dolls. The fun of "Dancing Dolls and Bears" filled the whole childhood. I don't remember how many dolls were dismantled into one-eyed, but I remember that there was always their company, waiting for the little swallows to fly in the spring wearing flowery clothes. Childhood memories are as joyful as children's songs, and innocent children's voices sing innocent songs.
In the year after year, the swallows flew and flew in the back of a small schoolbag. I don't remember if I would have miscalculated 1 plus 1 at that time, but I still remember the song, "Little boy, carrying a schoolbag to the school ......". In the song, the schoolbag became heavy, no longer running and jumping to school, but stepping steadily, step by step, the figure of the children's song has disappeared, ear is "flowers have told me how to walk through ......". That is the song of sweet dreams, with the hope in your heart, all the way. Growing up in the campus ballads, youth began to sprout.
The road has been farther and farther away, and the marks of the years have been deeper and deeper, and I've gone to metamorphosis. I'm not going to look at the sky and ask whose eyes are flashing, but I'm going to listen to the melancholy blues, look through the sky, and wait for a meter of sunlight in the sky. I don't care what the lyrics are interpreting, but rather, I am mobilizing my own feelings along with the tunes. In the melancholy blues, thinking about life, perhaps also in the process of maturity.
The setting sun at dusk, perhaps not to the age of looking at the sunset memories, but still can not help but look at the reddish sky imagined the old music, imagined those accompanied by hobbling footsteps of the tune.
The age of the disk is still engraved, the phonograph, the age of the disk rotating, memories of the song is singing, touching the traces of the years, listening to the age of the ancient song, continue to walk. The song is like a song, the song is like the years
The silent years, like mercury slipping down the fingertips. That kind of gentle, like the night retreat dusk, quietly, took away the silk-like memory. Open your palms, can not see the traces of the passing of the years, ears, harmonious rhythm. The years, the original is a song.
"Dingdong, dingdong ````" as the song of the years resounded through the long dark night, just like a spring water into the east flow. The former autumn wind and rain instantly diffuse in the back of the head, tossing and turning every night after sleepless, where to go, laugh and speechless. "The world's big, where is my habitat" years ah, years, stop your rhythm, give me a moment of deep thought, let me realize, is to choose life, or let life dominate us, spring and autumn replacement, looking back as smoke past. Years ah, years, you pass every moment, I walked through every step, have not left a trace.
Like the song, vibrating the eardrums, so intriguing, but no trace, remember, just the kind of melody that shakes the soul.
"The sun is always after the storm, after the clouds have clear skies ``````" years like a song echoing in the blue sky, as a word woke up the dreamer. The past of the past of the remote memories in a blink of an eye. Bathing in the breeze, each short day, how to sail. Smile and be confident. Even though the years are like a song, you can still feel the notes beating. The years, the years, let me go beyond myself, to chase the dream. Cold winter, looking at the dream of the temple, the years, the years, you beat every second, I step into every footprint, warm sunshine are flashing. It's like a tone, echoing in the ears. So enticing to deep thought, gently brushing the cheeks. It feels like the years are refreshing the memory, and that wonderful song is provoking at all times.
There is a feeling called wonderful; there is a tacit understanding called unspoken; there is a kind of thought called endless; there is a kind of feeling called years like a song.
The years are like a song, plucking the tone of the heart!
That's a song.
It was a soft song.
That's a song as soft as the years.