From time to time, in the quiet leisurely afternoon, lonely late at night, will always evoke the memory of the depth of that initial emotion, and then attached to the corner of the years, watching the former self and the future self. The interpretation of the deepest depths of the heart can not let go of the little by little, just in the time floating and sinking, nostalgia for the tender smile.
In the face of this complicated world, a wisp of thoughts such as colorful butterflies dancing in mid-air. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product or service. Some people, far away from the sky, but the heart of each other, together between heaven and earth, walking in the long red dust. Perhaps, between people, the most unable to sort out the ultimate is that a margin.
All the way, the only thing left is the empty baggage, and the fuzzy scenery. Whenever thoughts wander between the past and the future, the heart will always float shallow sadness, is the nostalgia for the past, or the future of the confusion. The fleeting scene of light, flowing with the beautiful past, linked to the bright. But my heart is overly negative and gray, the lingering sadness, sadness. Is anyone similar to me, traveling through the galaxy of life, lost in the universe.
Then a person, confused, wantonly shuttle, stumbling, not as small as the dust sand, light as floating in the universe. And when you think about it, you are not this small dust sand, no rooted land, so aimlessly floating, floating ......
Everything, rubbing shoulders, even if there is a short stay, but also will not be in the time when we need it the most, stopping to stay, even for a moment. Years pass, this world as the passing clouds of smoke, will not stand for any one person forever, memory, like a scratch in the rolling dust, attached to the body that will never be complete. The prosperous repertoire, just can't write, melancholy face. Is it whenever the moment of pen, gazing into the distance, eyes flooded with silk tears, burned who cold heart.
Whenever you turn the corner of a familiar and unfamiliar street, the people who are longing to drown in the crowd, where the story of yesterday is staged today and yesterday's story in turn, there are wandering singers who interpreted a song of the melody of the heartache, sang the words of sadness, touched the soul of whoever was broken, broken wandering in the air between the patchwork, but still can not complete.
The green path, once recorded in the dream of who, and how many dreams sailed there. The footsteps of light into the ear came the sound of books, the childish face of a moment from the eyes crossed, hooked up a shallow smile. But the smile can not stay for a long time, although this is the starting point of everyone's dream, with a charming and colorful into their own life, but also not less than that growing pains.
Once when, we hold a fairy tale book, discussing the princess and the prince of the fairy tale, sighing with the story of the cowherd and the weaver. Now, we can't afford the romantic happiness in the fairy tale, nor can we afford the tears, because we no longer believe in the fairy tale, but also do not believe in the immortal love.
Often, we do not want to grow up, and even sigh why time passes so fast, from that babbling to run between heaven and earth and then to shuttle in the world, that kind of sadness everyone empathize, looking at their parents little by little traces of old age, the face of the face with the wrinkles left behind by the age of the fragile and sensitive heart was covered with layers of gray traces of the eyes flooded with crystalline tears, which is to grow up! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Time for us to wake up in the fairy tale of the moment, we are destined to pretend to be strong in the face of the world, bear the late-night wind swept by the loneliness and cold, and face all kinds of pressure on the future. But we have to whip our hearts, through the mud and bumps and thorns.
This way, we certainly left too many memories that can not be erased, that is the most precious treasure of a lifetime. Even if there are tears and injuries and pain, but the most important growth in the sum, but also with the growth of the most intimate partner. Sometimes, we look a little open, put down a little more free, certainly happy around.
The past can not be recalled, but can only be recalled, know how to recall is not a kind of enjoyment, although invisible but heart.