Weekend like came through, occasional leisure accompanied by the sound of rain quietly descended, a person, nothing to think, nothing to do, alone to enjoy their own solace. Busy around gradually away, I only belong to my own world, no you, I'm as happy, nothing has changed. You are not in the life, I have been familiar with, familiar as if you have never come, I do not know why, is gradually no longer want you.
The weather has been hovering in the gloom, even if the sunny days are so far away, stepping on the puddles with ripples, look down and see is his broken face, I do not know where to go, drizzle shrouding the sky dome, the birds chirping in the ear, leaves from time to time there are raindrops droplets, but still no half echo, pull up the cap alone wandering around in the campus, looking forward to the same as before, can meet you in the unconscious, can see you again! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at you. You are always sitting alone on the soccer stadium's observation deck, you said, that makes people feel that the sight is very wide, the mood is very relaxed, and then I always accompany you. In the days of your absence, I also gradually learned, sitting there alone, looking for your breath and look back, instantly frozen in the afternoon without your winter after the spring.
Quiet time, I always seem to like to think, thinking of "summer solstice" in a certain afternoon, a certain sunshine sprinkled lawn, a certain two people. I just don't remember anymore, those moments when I think about you. Campus is always so wonderful, in the pen of Xiao Si, full of encounters and love incense.
In the book to find comfort, in the music to find peace, tea does not seem to be my hobby, so often accompanied by coffee, like that first bitter after the feeling of sweetness, like the kind of sugar still has a trace of bitter flavor. A person gently knocking on the keyboard, leaving their own footprints, in the left bank can also be recalled again, that sweet flavor. Like to recall the past, like to remember the past, not afraid to face the future, but because the past is so reluctant to give up. You, living in my past.
Memories, you prose 2You forget to remember, I forget to forget.
It's not you I miss, but the fatal once you gave.
The broken promises, patchwork can not return to yesterday.
The most important thing to remember is that you are the only one who has the right to be with us.
The most painful pain is forgiveness, the blackest black is despair.
It's you who pale my waiting and satirize my persistence.
The scenery along the way I can only forget as I go.
If I fall in love with your smile how to collect, how to have?
They all say that they know how to cherish the loss, but in fact, the loss of cherish is the most painful.
We are always practicing to smile, and finally become a person who does not dare to cry.
Remember, a rainy day, you said you would be very painful to me, and now it's raining again, taking away all of our vows...
With the most profound damage, to express the most profound love.
How to hold the hand can be casually empty, those tender, was taken away by you .
Sometimes you have to close your eyes to see the cleanest world.
The world is crying through the eyes of tears.
You once gave those things called love, long gone.
I know it's all a lie, but I'm still touched.
The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Some memories can't be waved away, some memories can't be erased.
You said that the time will wash away everything, the distance will make us better.
The most terrible word in the world is not separation, but distance.
Crying for a long time will be tired, but also just what others think.
What can I do to escape, the whim of fate.
I pretended that the past is not important, but found that I could not do it.
I used to think that you were oxygen, but it turned out to be a farce.
One person is afraid of loneliness, two people are afraid of disappointment.
The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
The fireworks are easy to cold, people are easy to split, and you ask me again whether I am still waiting.
Originally, I thought that the greatest thing is friendship, but even friendship is so humble.
We are not the only ones, but we are the only ones who have ever been in the same situation.
There is a kind of ending called destiny, there is a kind of heartache called endless.
The habit of using that false smile to cover up the sadness of the heart.
Memories, you prose 3
Quiet night, sometimes can hear the frequency of the heartbeat, with a hand quickly pressed the keys on the tiny phone, gazing at the phone QQ gray avatar, how I suddenly have a faint expectation. Looking at what they do are so smooth to carry out, no time to worry about feelings and operating her, I had to miss again and again, looking back, if the junior high school I do not delve into history, if the high school more to take the initiative, or the side will be more than one worthy of belief! It is said that Libra is easy to miss the feeling, mercurial doings!
I tried to change, but sometimes it is difficult to do decisive, their character is not strong enough, and there is no strong mind, I can only ignore or indifference to the attitude of "escape". Found that sometimes depressed, find a quiet place, relying on a lush tree, gazing at the blue sky, reminiscent of the youth of the frivolous, careless life, and a friend of the opposite sex without saying anything, and then think about the progress of their own life plans, longing for the future of their own good, will be less than today swallowed up in the bottom of the heart, do not feel if there is a loss and if it is a big deal is how much trouble, I told myself: now I lost, I want to get better later. I told myself: what I lose now, I want to get better later. For an unattainable future, frame a belonging to my own sky, dare to take on a think can enjoy the heavy responsibility, life for me, I am still optimistic. I would have thought that people can live a dashing self-motivated, surrounded by redheads, in fact, I found that the TAs are very ethereal inside, the only illusion to comfort the wrongdoing. I can understand ... ... around a lot of friends always say that I like to run to the Internet cafe, there are people say that I am the "net god", I said very speechless, in fact, adolescence, we always have so an emotional support, my life is no longer obsessed with in-depth knowledge of the drilling, erudition, do not want to become with a degree than the current higher glasses. Now higher glasses, and for the academic contribution to their bodies. It is not that I do not love to learn, any assignment, I do my best to do, think it is enough, the rest of the time I did not play the game, at least there is a certification task period, I will not be addicted to the game, as for what I do in the end - privacy!
My university life is intertwined branches, although chaotic and redundant, but will not hurt themselves and others. Unfortunately, sometimes they are missing a "crazy for love" CRAZY, really is "unattainable"? Maybe it is not sure enough! Still, for those who love words, I will walk with you along with it! With a song lyrics to end the article ... ... the sea is not far away, I threw the empty bottle wishing, the sea and the sky connected to a piece of the sandbar complaining about you, the reed flowers white blank, love you briefly stayed in the face of the southern winter, my heart but can not sail through the day ... ... your love to fly far away, like a migratory bird can not be seen in the wetlands of the water, the sadness of the chaos of a piece of the ... ... ... the love of a long way, like migratory birds can not be seen in the wetlands of the water, the sadness of a mess! ...you go north and south to say goodbye! If one day once around the most cared about friends left or strangers, I will use their own logs to tell new acquaintances, I and TA's story, that has become a memory of the flow of years, thanks to friends, enriching my original monotonous life, and happy heart. I will be accompanied by get, lost sweet and bitter with you *** enjoy, not to ignore what. I hope that you also do not go to mistakenly think that I will go to do what? Because sometimes I am also "just say not practice" people, huh ... may trust long!
You forget to remember, but I forget to forget, I do not know the memories so hurt, but I am drunk and lost in both familiar and unfamiliar memories, do not want to wake up.
The flowers, loneliness and my companion; lights and wine, loneliness for me to hold the lamp, the world I have long been beyond the outside, but you came from my sleep, disturbing my silent sea of mind, soul, fall into your dream for me, can not help themselves. In the dream, there are mountains, water, moon, there are you, there is me sitting alone in a flat boat, to the deepest part of the dream sailing leisurely, roaming through the fragrant flowers, paddling through the years of the lost past.
Listen to the sound of the wind blowing in your ears, like you na na whispering, singing softly, listening to the clouds drift away, so the heart of all things scattered in the wind, only to leave your shadowy silhouette, do not want to go away.
Under the moon to see you in a white dress and step incense to, heart pounding, do not know what to do, peep your beautiful smile, messed up the heart of the drunken worry. The first time I saw you, I couldn't forget your face, and I couldn't let go of my thoughts about you.
You knit your brows and smile, like the spring breeze of the face of the cozy, caused by the heart of the ripples. Your words, like the ghost of the soul, called the heart to drop all the principles.
I would like to take my son's hand and grow old with him, promise you a lifetime of promises, and half my life, but I saw you turn around in white, leaving a curl of fragrance, extending to the depths of the dream, disappeared in the dream of the flowers. Like a drunken eye to see flowers, if that is the case, only I am not willing to wake up for a long time.
Margins are like water, flowers blossom and fall like a dream, people come and go, who left, get together and leave this is not intended.
If memories such as marigolds, can be unchanged for many years, why do I have to bear that old vow, at the beginning, the people who made the promise, now remember how much love there was at the beginning?
The youth is as quiet as the rain, the beauty of the love like flowers, how to withstand the merciless withering.
In the rush of time, if you can, please let me move forward in the wind and clouds. However, in this shallow years, those faded loneliness, fragmented thoughts, still play an indispensable role in the journey of life.
It may be easy to meet, but it is difficult to know each other, hectares of all the feelings in the end or in exchange for a sentence of no fate. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of the situation and how it will affect your life. Perhaps, in this life sad rainy season, you and I can only be each other on both sides of the scenery. But your face is forever buried in the bottom of my heart, because I am afraid to forget you, so I put those tears of pain, labor to hold in the palm of her condensed into amber.
Maybe you and I are just in the train of life, a chance encounter passengers, the next moment, will quietly disappear, we may be just strangers, destiny has long been predetermined. Want to catch but not, the moment has gone.
Buddha said: fate written on the stone of three lives, after five hundred years to exchange for a rubbing shoulders look back. So to cherish every time you rub shoulders, but obviously want to cherish is to pretend not to care, obviously very lonely, but still want to go to the forced smile. Perhaps, because I do not care, but to miss so many should not miss the beauty. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
The years of the train is still traveling, never stop, not to be redeemed. And you and I have forever come to become only a memory and gradually shallow scenery.
Looking out the window at the dark twilight, ask whether there has been clearing? The original is not clear is their own heart. I've never forgotten your smile that has long been yellowed, and I've never given up on my own, but this is still a fragmented memory!
If the dream of floating life, hurried into the peace, how many things to come and wait, the most beautiful or that walk the most hurried you, regret the same or walk the most silent you.
In this season of falling leaves, how many memories have no place to rest, in this hasty journey of life, the only lack of you.
I don't know if you will care about my cry for help, maybe you won't care about it, but you will pick it up and show it off,
I know that this time I'm really dead, you give them a helping hand in curing me, maybe I will really follow your heart to die
Today, I'm crying, I'm collapsing, even if I want to carry a bad reputation, I want to make a scene, to vent out the grudge in my heart, I feel that life is meaningless. I feel that life is meaningless, really want to die,
Zhang Jie I just want to say a word, my intention is just when you are friends, relatives, confidant, only and you chat,
I when it is to believe that you have a heart of ice,
Zhang Jie I know that you and they join forces. After all, I'm a dead end,
I used to believe that you will not. But now I do not know,
In fact, there are many times I take you as my talisman, because in my heart you. Memory of you is so good
I know that this time is the best time for you to cure me to protect your own, as long as you join forces I will die, I know
In fact, when I heard you Zhang Jie said. I was heartbroken, listening to a sad melody, quietly think of you, remembering your bright laughter can always help me drive away the clouds, but now I've been here a few days haze, let me call out tenderly, let me pull out my heart and soul, let me feel the sky and the earth. But you can no longer move you.
People say that the sunset is the end of the world, look at the end of the world not see home. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future. I want so much to dissolve the heartache between us,
I sometimes indulge in silent reflection,
Thinking of past memories,
Sighing for the many deficiencies in life,
Old hatreds and new sorrows have made me waste my precious time;
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and thus The words "forgive me", "thank you" and "I love you" evoke positive energy in our hearts to heal our inner being, gradually "emptying" negative energy and regaining peace.
Please remember that this method does not mean immediate results, nor is it intended to achieve anything but peace.
Today it is paid again as if it had not been paid then.
They say so. And him. And that marriage when I was possessed by the soul a few years ago,
Put all the faults all on me, I would not have the courage to live, your things I wrote (in the time-traveling souls), but did not expect when they humiliated me, to take those things to slander me. I was mad, furious oh,
I had the heart of the fight to the death I thought I did not have half a heart, I did not expect them to be humiliated and said that,
Let me feel that the life of the joy. I know that this time I am dead. I can only say that some memories I still feel very beautiful,
Maybe I believe that you are wrong, I know that there are many other people's tears in my body,
Maybe this time I will pay off, I know that you are in the dark ideas to cure me, retaliate against me because of me your reputation is bad, right, or you guys team up, only they can't die of my cure, only with you, plus he, you guys are in my heart is that good. You are so good in my heart. I am so familiar with you. Without you, it's a bit hard for them to send me to the Western Paradise, but with you, it's much easier, they have you as their backing, I know he won't, and his parents won't either, I know them. I know I have a bloodbath this year, and it could be you guys. I also want to say one more thing. If you Zhang Jie is in trouble in the future, I will help you if I can. I promise you with my life. I won't be bad in secret. I will not say you half bad, pull your body on the thorn so that you have no personality self-esteem can not protect themselves. I will not let others use me to hurt you. If you use me to hurt you, I will fight him. I will fight with him. I am generous. I'm a generous person. I'm a sentient person. I'm a person who uses my reputation to hurt people I care about. Set me up. It's your business to make a scene. Can't hurt him with my business with him because I believe in him that way. Am I wrong to believe that? Did I believe in him wrong? Did I believe in Zhang Jie wrong? Are you really that bad? But my promise you remember. If something happens to you, I know I'll do my best to help you. I'll do my best to help you. I won't allow others to hurt the people I care about. You know this. Just like when I protected him, I will not let anyone take advantage of me
Memories, you prose 7Point a cigarette to comfort the lonely soul.
This late winter night, perhaps because of the bleakness of the night, the heart also followed the cool, sour!
Can't bear to look into the darkness of the empty room, for fear that it will sting the heart has been hurt; winter, night, moon, has long lost the once hazy and dreamy. There is only emptiness and loneliness.
So many years, I should have been heart as if the water has stopped, but sometimes still reluctant to remember the past, think of those days together. I love, but also tired; efforts, but also give up! The only way to face the past or present is to have a calm heart.
Remember? That time in the soccer field next to, while you do not pay attention to, secretly kissed your cheek. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level. Holding your hand in the dark night walking back and forth, so I want to hold your hand like that all the way down the road! I think you know that, even though we didn't say anything or show our hearts to each other. But because of this, accustomed to the love hidden in the heart, so miss, can no longer catch!
At that time, the sky was very blue and very pure, in the sixteen years of age, but beautiful like the fairy tale world under the pen of Hans Christian Andersen. There is no disguise, no hypocrisy, and no ugliness! Bathed in sunshine, walking through the four seasons; the pure heart does not need any disguise. I can take it for granted that I let you treat me to a meal when I had no money, and then ate a big meal in peace with the little money you had left when you came here in the dust! I'm not sure if I've ever seen this before, but I'm sure I've never seen it before.
I think now, perhaps you do not know it, that time I lost all the money with others. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product or service. Would you still invite me to dinner? Just now, those are not important anymore. After that, I never went, and no one and I bet, I'm just a person; and you, too, have gone far away, never close to ......
When I left my hometown, left the college, left my family, and drifted away half a year to return to that familiar small town, and you walked through the familiar streets, listening to the songs I once listened to; also like at the beginning, I was in the silence, I was in the dark, I was in the dark, I was in the dark, I was in the dark, I was in the dark, I was in the dark. I thought that I was still in yesterday; I thought that I hadn't changed; I thought that I could go all the way with you like this. But I was wrong and it hurts!
When you say: I'm sorry, I am no longer qualified to get your love. I know that everything has changed and ended. I am powerless to stop this but change, and powerless to regain the lost yesterday. I just put myself drunk in the room that has not been warm and empty.
After that, no matter what way I use to find you, but no one can get, in the process of not letting his body life forever disabled. Perhaps you know it. Maybe wait until I forget, give up, leave, you can know, I have never given up love for you; silent, cold, far away, time passes, but again miss; can not let go, can not forget, can not go, tell yourself, to learn to be strong. Familiar years ago, years later today, you are still you, I am still me, as strange, even in each other's chat software are left in each other's account. But none of us ever had anything, nor did we ever keep anything; getting is losing, and losing is eternal!
The story is over, I am lost in the past and the future, but obsessed with the present; those who have drifted down like autumn leaves like memories, always Portuguese in the survival of between.
Finally, when the tears are powerless to slide down, I finally choose to forget!
I thought I could have a future with you, but now I only have the memories you gave me. When we no longer have a future, I have to quit you in the memories you gifted me, quit my dependence on you in order for me to start over.
You once said to me, "All I can give you is the future, and me." I'll always remember the look on your face when you said that, so serious, like you were proposing to me. Except that after you said it, you just walked on your own, leaving me standing there dumbfounded and touched by those simple words. Nowadays, I'm glad you didn't ask me to marry you at that time. If you had asked me if I was willing to marry you right after you said that, I would have said yes without hesitation, and then it would only have made it harder for me to quit you in my memories now.
Your promise was sincere and beautiful, but unfortunately the statute of limitations was too short, so short that when I was still drawing the blueprints for our future, you had already pulled out and left. The future you promised me and you disappeared from my life like a dream. But I know it wasn't a dream, and if it was, how could I have felt so bad after you left, still wallowing in the memories you gifted me?
The memories are the romantic sweetness of the two of us, and the reality is that I am alone in my sadness. I happened to learn that you and I broke up quickly after leaving the city, and then there was no news. I seem to be just a passer-by in your life journey, accompanied by you to walk through a period of time, when you are tired of leaving at any time, leaving me behind, and then continue to look for another fellow traveler in the sea of people. And I still stay in the memories and wait for you, although I know that you went away will not come back, but I still look forward to your return again.
You are a rainstorm in my life, come and go as you please, you come and go as you please, and I am sick of it. Such a feeling is too hard to bear, forcing me to quit you in the memories you gifted me, so that I can return to life without you. When I made up my mind to forget you and let go of this difficult relationship, I thought it wouldn't take too much time and effort, but I didn't realize that you had already taken root in my heart, and how can the emotions and memories that were once etched in my heart be put down so easily? Despite the difficulty, I still have to try to do it, my life has not come to an end, just in the middle of the recuperation, when I get well, I can set off to the future.
My thoughts were like sentences from an inspirational article, but reality didn't let me do what I wanted. The memories you gifted me take over my brain from time to time, and whether I'm eating, working, or sleeping, the images of those never-blurred memories run out, leaving me with no appetite to eat, no motivation to work, and no escape even from my sleep. I'm like a man trapped by the shackles of memories, unable to be free. The only thing I can do is to quit you in the memories you gifted me, break free from this shackle and regain my freedom.
Your future does not have me, my future does not have you, we were to go together to the future of the people, but now it is two only stay in each other's past in the stranger. I'm not sure how long it will take for me to be able to quit you in the memories you've gifted me. May the current year can be merciful, help me take away the past all kinds of, so that I can use the new face to the future, the pursuit of happiness belongs to me, no longer trapped in the memories of self-deception.
Memories, you prose 9Send you to the rose, to the cherry blossom, to a small independence, the shadow in the shadow elongated. --Title
I went home, back to that, I even doubt if it really exists. Home. You know what? Since you left, this house also began to age rapidly. It turned out with the old lady your footsteps, in the soft curls of petunias next to the dance, a dance, fell into the yellow pile of fallen leaves. You age gracefully. You said the fall of the leaf is the attraction of the root.
A few steps away from the house so many steps on the green stone road, walking I want to cry.
I began to think of you again.
I started to think about you again. How can I do it? Those old things always make me think of you unexpectedly, catching up with the darkness for a moment, and then falling into the thick thoughts.
I remember you were the first adult who respected me. Unlike them, you would only give me a few perfunctory "uh-huhs" from time to time, or you would just say, "Really?" in mock surprise. I don't know what boundaries separate me from them. But you are different. You know what, old lady? Every time I talk to you, I feel like two monks kneeling on a futon, and I start talking and you start listening. It's real listening. You always stop what you're doing and concentrate on talking to me. My eyes met with yours, and it was as if you found everything in my eyes, but I was in the midst of the turbidity and could not reach you. In this way, I will become not to say serious, but at least a lot more disciplined, not in the conversation of the hand touching the west, eyes wandering.
Most of the time, I don't have anything really important to say, but it's just something about the teacher and the classmates. Things like what I picked up on the way out of school or what tree I saw.
But you listen very intently. Every time I heard you those heartfelt praise or laughter, has been my childhood for the conversation and happy to go to school motivation. And oh, old lady you were always perceptive. Sensing bad feelings in my evasive words. You would guide me patiently and unobtrusively. Opening up new worlds for me in the beautiful language that you are limited to. In the kingdom of perfection, stretch your body and mind; in the quiet fragrance, forget your sorrows.
The end of the conversation was accompanied by a quiet settling of the dust in my heart. In the new sand before the wind has not yet raised, I can sleep well overnight, will be your maxims and dreams entwined.
I remember also because of the old lady you, I began to like the flowers and plants. Old lady you said that these things can make people's mood calm down, not sad and not happy. The adults often say that I can often see your shadow in me. Is not part of you has been left in my body, I often have this illusion. Because whenever I water the flowers, I always remember that I forgot to say "thank you" and "I love you" to you.
Sending you roses, cherry blossoms, in the dusk, is a piece of wind, only you walk with me through the carved corridor.
I am extremely fond of walking, which is a habit in high school when I live in school. In that romantic and hyperactive age, we can naturally find ways to get rid of the restlessness of the heart. Campus entrance on every path can leave us seemingly deep and thin figure. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.
When I first met Snow, or in the first grade of junior high school, she is a class, seems to be a few years older than us, I heard that is the middle of the home school dropout for a few years, because of her fourth brother in our school as an English teacher, only to be able to enter our school. She was quiet, without words, sitting beside me. I don't know what impression I made on her at first, but I remember that it took a long time before we struck up a conversation. It was because of one of her pencil drawings, which was a copy of the mooncake box Chang'e running to the moon ladies, she drew a very dynamic, fluttering clothes, colorful ribbons flying. This move fascinated me, asked to come to the class to pass to see, and finally lent me to take home, tracing in the light at night. From then on, we are considered friends, except that she often come and go with the senior classmates, they kind of see me as a child's eye is very hurt me, they often leave me aside to the far public toilet to go to the toilet, I think they have a huge conspiracy, has always made me nagging. We really became friends without words starting in high school.
There are thousands of families in our area, and only four girls went to that high school, and she and I were the closest. I went to her house, and I don't have much of an impression of it now, but I think there were a lot of trees, and it was really the kind of "green trees by the side of the village," and the whole village was covered in shade. Her family gave me a feeling of special cold, but also very cozy, her family has eight sisters, but I only saw her and her father, a thin scholar, the other seems to have a family. Because of having been to each other's homes, and the same in and out, naturally we were inseparable, and the walk was the best way for us to talk and play.
Our school is backed by a modest mountain, in the spring, like honeysuckle azaleas everywhere. We both like the honeysuckle's fragrance and elegance, unlike the azaleas that flaunt. We often eat breakfast after morning reading has not yet class that time, run to the back of the mountain to pick up a handful, put in the desk belly, so the whole classroom is a light sweet smell. Sometimes, the teacher also asked us for a branch or two, into the pocket of the white shirt, I was always very proud, and the snow is always red-faced and silent.
She sings very well, is the class of literature and art members, but she is too quiet, so it has always been my desk for her to plan, such as the organization of the New Year's Day party, which is considered to be the biggest event on campus, because of the teacher's participation, so it is particularly grand. I remember that year's snow fell particularly large, covered the kind of, unlike the snow in Shanghai now, mosquitoes like flying a bit, fell to the ground can not be found. I, snow and two other boys, together to the mountains to pick pine branches, we stepped on the soft white snow, emotions are particularly high, even the meticulous snow are laughing loudly. We even buried one of the boys in snow with just his head. We saw a line of ice skates dangling down the side of a rock, we took it down and held it in our hands and poked each other, the boys were getting screwed by the two of us, my deviousness and the majesty of the snow had devastated them both. Finally, we carried pine branches, decorated with lights and colorful strips into a Christmas tree, placed in front of the podium, each student in the class must write a note to hang on it, when the party broke up, each person then pick a take away. When the party was over, each student would pick one and take it with them. I picked one and wrote on it: "I love Wang Xue". This note makes our friendship a step closer, because, we have been secretly discussing who the owner of this note?
In the early summer evening, before the evening study, the path in front of the mountain is full of students walking. They are either alone holding a book while walking and reading, or two or three while walking and laughing, and the snow and I always a person holding a book to look at, and sometimes the mood to come, will sit on a high slope one song after another, singing a song. That period of youth days ah, let me recall to this day.
Like tonight, a person stepped on the warm orange street lamp, looking at the dappled scattered tree shadows in the wet pavement jumping with the wind, in this easy to recall the lonesome, how can I not think of her? After leaving campus and leaving home, we have not seen each other again, but I hope she is doing well ......