The remnants of the flowers if the dream, fall full of sadness, the moon shadow cold, years of wasted time, time rushed past, without noticing, three years on the past. How long ago, we are still in the classroom to read the Confucius of the old man, but also before school pinch the watch counting 3, 2, 1, but also after returning home to convene the students to play with the fun, in the blink of an eye will have to go their own way. Three years of schooling, can not resist the ruthlessness of the years, just think about it, it has been knotted at the end of the end.
The years of residual flowers, fleeting into the air, youth is like a dream, dreaming of the beauty of the flowers bloom, but also the sadness of the flowers fall. Perhaps I really should thank here, even if it makes me helpless, but here, I met him and her and them, whenever I think of, perhaps the corner of the mouth will pull up 45 ° arc. Time is long, the lead is scattered, how many years later, once again hovering on the edge of memory, looking back at those lost years, perhaps it will suddenly realize, originally in this green years, we laughed together. If there are regrets, perhaps, just when we were young and frivolous, do not know how to cherish.
Perhaps, we will remember, three years ago, ignorant us with a trace of curiosity with a vision into the solemn door of a middle school, began another section of the journey engraved in the heart. Three years later, we looked at here with a little reluctance, looking at the side of the students. Three years, we have cried and laughed, played and fooled around, happy and sad, in the end, even if it is not so perfect, even if there are shortcomings, but that is still the most beautiful memories. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The years faded dust clouds, to the eternal heel sound long counterbalance to the fleeting. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. In retrospect, the day of admission as if yesterday, but now, we will face a parting. At the end of the fall on the street, the road pedestrians are few, in addition to the cold weather, the most poignant than, scattered in the streets of the piece of red leaves. The breeze blew, like a butterfly, dancing prosperity, the wind over, full of bleak, after the prosperity, sigh a place of flowers and shadow, the original has been approaching the end of the song when the people fall apart. A pot of wine, thoughts are not exhaustive.
The first time I saw the movie, I was able to see the movie, and I was able to see the movie, and I was able to see the movie, and I was able to see the movie. The corner of the mouth outlined arc, which is like an empty city old dream, a finger of quicksand, a world of prosperity, so, sitting at the table, idly watching the flowers blossom and fall, waiting for the rain to fall on the mortal world.
This evening, the grass away, the night of the bright moon to send the king a thousand miles, and so on the next year, the wind rose in the fall. The last of the last, the end of a song.
The end of the song.
The people have not been dispersed.