A book that has not been turned over for a long time has slipped out of the old photographs, which are souvenirs of high school graduates. A familiar face, silly look, let you excited and sentimental. Those bitter and beautiful youthful years, has become a memory in the blink of an eye. Time passes, aged face. Standing in yesterday's unattainable future, now you, are you okay? The days that we have walked together, still remain in our hearts!
Street plaza, the exercise of the elderly, they love life, the pursuit of health. Looking at their lovely figure, I seem to see my own old father. He was full of white hair, but spirited, athletic, he struggled to swing the drum hammer, I seem to hear the gongs and drums again ....... In deep regret, he left his big drum team and left us. Now, whenever I think of him, I can only be gloomy in sighs!
Familiar melody from afar, you instantly thought of him, that old song once he sang with you; a back, in the moment of turning around, you good want to catch up, because he resembles who; an identical name, will also make you guess half a day, this person is not the one I once knew ......
p>Yes, memories should be coded. A scene, an old song, a call, a back ......, will make you instantly remember those people, those things. In the busy life, we step hurriedly, all the way forward. Many of the days, it is too late to reminisce, on the shoulder brush. The sea of people, those who meet with us, must be this life is destiny, life becomes full because of them, life is also more beautiful because of them.
No matter how time flows, how the world changes, those memories, always in my heart, never far away!