In the day-to-day study, work or life, we must have come into contact with the composition, right? Composition is a way of narrative in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and ideas stored in their memory in written form. I believe that many people will find it difficult to write essays, the following is my compilation of the homeward journey essay 500 words, only for reference, welcome to read.
Homeward Bound Essay 500 Words 1The rain fell quietly, accompanied by music, I walked on the way home. The rain was like a cow's hair, which made people feel pity, but there was more than a hint of worry between the pity.
My eyes complexly looked at the school gate, with a regretful music - although I do not understand music, but not feel a wave of melancholy and sadness hit my heart, is so sudden, so urgent. I pondered: was it the teacher's strict requirements that made me nervous, was it my longing for home after a long period of study away from home; or was it the test scores that were far inferior to those of others. Too many thoughts make my heart suddenly confused: I do not know where my heart belongs to? Where do my dreams go? I am anxious about my future. All of this evokes a longing for tomorrow. But just let today pass. Leaving behind some regrets? Make the already bad day even more regrettable? No, I'm not willing to allow a single regret to appear at the end of today's page, even if the day is about to end. Rain gradually heavy, I still step by step, not slow, not slow, the thoughts in my mind are more and more, all the things around me as if suddenly disappeared from my field of vision, obliterated, disappeared, I am completely absorbed in my own thinking space. Thinking about the joy of entering secondary school from elementary school, thinking about the discomfort of secondary school learning life, thinking about the future of learning and their own future, whether it is happy or distressed, the scene as a phantom light to re-release. I don't know whether it was soaked in rain or awakened by the sound of car horns, suddenly I detached myself from my thoughts, and I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and with an optimistic mindset that I have seldom had, I walked towards the front, and at that time, there was only one conviction in my heart: no matter how bumpy the road ahead is, I have to face the wind, brave the rain, and walk towards the future with no regrets.
The homecoming is ahead, I do not feel to speed up the pace, but I know: the return of life is very long, the homecoming is also very difficult to find, which may take a lifetime to realize.
The homeward journey essay 500 words 2With the return of the geese to the north, my dad and I also embarked on the journey home ...... The geese flew back to the north after a short stop in the south. As Dad's dad lives in the south, thousands of miles away, the Spring Festival, we go back to visit relatives. No, in just ten days, we are going back to Qinyang again. There are three hundred and sixty-five sunrises a year, but I can't send you three hundred and sixty-five blessings, the meeting is short, a blink of an eye, time has slipped away from the fingers. The joy of meeting in the Spring Festival has turned into the sorrow of separation. Pulling grandpa's big rough hand for a long time ...... gradually separated, set foot on the road home. Going home is always a joy, but I don't know why I'm so sad. Yes! It is possible to meet with the separate more than ten days of mom, but had to say goodbye to grandpa. Life is like that, it's hard to choose between contradictions. "Gulp, gulp ......" sound from the luggage annihilated the grandfather's laughter, from the labyrinth of the train station waiting room, to the long line of the train, my grandfather and I are drifting away. Outside the window, the scenery remains the same, but I always feel that they have added a few points of sadness. The Yangtze River water flows quietly, the dry willow silently low hanging ...... "one second, two seconds, three seconds" "one hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters ...... "Time is flying, the train is flying. After a dreamless night, I found that I had arrived in Zhengzhou, probably running more than a thousand miles away! It seems that my grandfather's temperature is still in my hand, but I am already separated from the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I tried to pull myself together and looked up to see my dad looking out the window, pondering. Yes, I was going home, to see mom. But what about Dad? Yet separated from his parents once again. ( ) Is such a moment to be reunited or separated? Is this night's Mercedes Benz a homecoming or a journey? Are we on our way home or are we drifting away from home? I can't tell. Suddenly, there seems to be a voice across the heart "where there is love is home". Yes, where there is love, there is home, I could not help but hold on to my father's hand, so warm, so at ease ...... Luo Zhimei, a junior at Foreign Language Middle School in Qinyang City, Henan Province
Returning to the road, essay 500 words 3A piece of fallen leaves, its homecoming, is it the soil? Is it the garbage can? Is it torn to shreds? Or?
Its fate was decided when I decided to pluck it from the tree. A yellow face, full of the vicissitudes of time, undulating wrinkles, tells of a rough life. From a young and oily face, it has become so haggard, what has this weathered leaf gone through? I can not help but think.
I carefully clamped it inside the notebook, the heart is a little afraid, it will not slip out of the notebook by the other books pressed into pieces, it is so weak, so thin, so poor.
At this point in the classroom, the teacher asked us to take out the leaves, I took it out of the notebook, fortunately, it is still intact, although it looks a little weak. I was secretly relieved.
Suddenly, the teacher took out a box, told us to put the leaves in it, and looked at the classmates took out all kinds of leaves bigger than me, and all of a sudden, the body can be covered, my heart lifted up again, so many leaves, it is so small, can I find it?
The teacher put the box on the podium for us to take our own leaves back, at this time, I was incredibly worried, can I find it? I'm not sure if I can find it, or if I'll be taken by someone else. I'm not sure if I can find it, or if it's been taken by someone else by mistake. When the teacher put the box in front of me, my heartbeat accelerated, "thumping" jumped ceaselessly, my hands were trembling. My leaf, where are you? At this time, I was busy, but I saw it at a glance, it quietly lying there, as if knowing that I will give it the best place to go, not in a hurry, my heart suddenly brightened up, I rushed to bring it back, it is unique, it only belongs to me.
On the way home, I thought to myself: "A leaf, what to do with it? Is it a collection? Or just throw it away? Or let it return to the soil? Right! Return should be the best way for her." I was a little afflicted, gazing at it for a long time ......
In the end, I still put it under a big tree, let it rot on its own, become part of the soil, nourish new leaves, and in the next spring, it will be a tender green again
Return Essay 500 Words 4The rushing west wind blew down the leaves, Su Wu held the Han Festival, stood in this wind for nineteen years, the flourishing leaves fell, his figure became clearer and clearer.
"Su adults so many years aggrieved you, we ......"
"Back to the Central Plains? Go home?" He said to himself over and over again. --These ten years, day by day, looking forward to, but never dare to mention the word! Time was frozen in this moment, and the world pinned away. The words of the guards were non-existent, the sound of the wind sweeping away from his ears was non-existent. The only thing that is real is "back to the Middle Kingdom".
Nineteen years ago, he left Chang'an with a passionate heart, carrying on his shoulders the expectations and trust of Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty, as well as the expectations of the whole nation for peace.
Along the way, the vast desert left his bold words, grew into countless seeds of hope, followed Su Wu, on the North Sea, one stop, is 19 years. He also remembers a rising sun, a leap from the mangled desert.
The wind blew his robe, hunting. He just stood there, looking at the far and near Chang'an, he only remembered to go home, back to the center of the plains, to give this envoy to the emperor, and say to him, "Su test is back!" He only remembered that he had to return home to the Central Plains and hand this envoy to the Emperor to say, "Su Trial is back!" He only wanted to fulfill his ambition. He also remembered his home in Jiangnan, the place with mountains and water, he also remembered those days without Xiong Nu attacked, those happy, peaceful days, he straightened his already stooped back ......
The unique wind of the desert, blowing up the yellow sand, but also blowing up his homesickness thoughts ... ...
The Huns' iron cavalry stepped through here, the procession of the envoys walked through here, and now he is walking through the desert from here again, and the procession that used to be here is now only him - only him alone, embarking on the journey home.
He vaguely saw, saw the city in front of him, and the city of "Chang'an" two words, he smiled, but also cried, this go back and forth, the whole nineteen years, and now, only this bare envoys.
The moment the sun rose above the ground, it shone brightly on his journey home.
He smiled, "I remember that sun, just as I did then."
Homeward Bound Essay 500 Words 5We got into Uncle Eukanuba's Mercedes van early in the morning and headed for the airport. On the way we found a great meal at the only place where we could eat lunch.
Next, we moved on to the airport. The plane flew from Ivalo to Helsinki first, and then we needed to connect in Helsinki to fly to Nanjing. As the transfer time was very short, only 50 minutes, Uncle Eukanuba helped us to find the boarding gate, and then we went straight to the boarding gate, and we didn't dare to delay for a minute, and my mom said that we didn't even have time to buy Finnish specialties. Finally, we caught the plane to Nanjing and started the eight-hour long flight. Finnish Airlines is still very good, there are a lot of small surprises on the plane, such as a small computer can play, the stewardess aunt also gave me a Rubik's cube as a small gift, very thoughtful.
I watched a lot of cartoons on the plane, and finally got through the eight hours. When I got off the plane, I thought to myself, "I'm not going to leave my math book on the plane," right? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to have to go home and talk about it. Suddenly I felt dizzy, help, I am afraid I can't reverse the jet lag. Really unlucky ah, suddenly accidentally knocked the following head, hey, actually not sleepy. We arrived in Nanjing is more than 8:00 in the morning, mom said as long as I insist on not sleeping during the day, to the night and then a beautiful sleep, jet lag will be very easy to reverse. Well, listen to my mom's advice to eat a full meal, we will go to Nanjing during the day to visit the temple, and eat some osmanthus cake and other traditional snacks. In the evening, my mother also bought me a movie ticket, took me to see the Wandering Earth, the film special effects do quite shocking, I realized that the earth is the home we rely on for survival, we must protect the earth, care for our planet. In addition, I am also proud of the fact that China can produce a sci-fi movie comparable to the Hollywood blockbuster!
After watching the movie, I was ready for a good night's sleep, looking forward to reversing the jet lag easily, as my mom said.
Homeward Bound Essay 500 Words 6He didn't know what to do, so he wrote the essay.
I began to question myself if I would ever believe again, I inexplicably began to loathe everyone, I began to convince myself that I had never believed. Never again would I talk about stories that never were.
During my temporary stay in Beijing, every day at dawn, I faced the stony-eyed crowd without mercy. Squeezed into the deep, long, empty subway, the only thing that saved their souls were the headphones in their ears. At times, the music is exciting, at times, it is soothing. In short, they have music to thank for saving their souls without asking for anything in return.
Everyone keeps saving up for the future, and at the end of the day, maybe they gained a lot, but they lost much more than one. I promise, to go to Dali with a girl, to Dali to see the sky, see the clouds, looking for that most primitive human nature. Pick up a leaf and get ready to leave, the drifting life always has a return date. Beijing youths, please be careful. Life is not as depressing as you think, the dignity of survival should be your own, the lie is a knife, it wipes out the innocence. Beijing youths, please stop, life is not as hopeless as you think, the meaning of life should be understood by yourselves. The money is a killing knife, it kills the human nature.
He appreciates that, in a world of snobbery and ignorance, others cancel him out. The only thing he can do is to be silent, and silence is the pith of parting. Laughing and running. He says, his future is in a coffin. I say, you have no future, O scavengers, come back. Fly, fly, fly. He woke up, I guess I should go.
The goodness of people, in his heart wiped out drenching prohibited, he really wanted to make all the indeterminate picture into clouds of smoke.
Returning essay 500 words 7The car quietly drove out of the village, the wilderness a lonely beam of light crossing.
Just left my grandparents' village, the sparse sprinkling of some points of light in the field of vision gradually sank into the black darkness, and finally disappeared, leaving only a small piece of light in front of the eyes and a small road sign that flowed past.
A sudden feeling of loneliness, opposite no car coming, no one on both sides of the sound echo. This is a very cold mountain area in the north of Wenzhou, is not lively. As the car walked on the mountain road, there were a few small mountain villages in the ditch, in which there were peaceful lights flickering and a few shadows walking. The people in the village were probably half-recumbent on rattan chairs taking a leisurely nap, and some of them were sleeping at ease. The night was so peaceful for them that even the hissing of the insects sounded like a lullaby. But we can't feel the rush of the road, confused, still looking for the breath of home, return to the heart of the arrow.
Gradually, the ditch began to become open, with the sound of people rustling. The street turned, became wider, probably the county party to. I was a bit annoyed and tired, and leaned on my mother's arms and fell asleep. When I woke up, the surrounding area was dark, the headlights played small, touched my eyes, and saw a long bright line on the other side of the river, in the branches, leaf gaps in the cover, flickering, appearing and disappearing. My heart suddenly brightened, and then I felt a familiar scent permeating my surroundings. Where is the county seat? Long gone, across the long light exudes more prosperous than the county town of grandeur. The river, look again, much wider, probably has joined the main stream. The tallest building in the city center, the roof of the colorful lights in the high and far from the light flashing in the sky.
The streets are well lit, and cars are coming and going. Almost there, through a few intersections, home, quietly located next to my car, silent smile, beckoning to me. It was a familiar smell, and incredibly intimate. Home is so ordinary, but better than all the inns, all the hotels. The plain white walls, the clean beds, even that downstairs barking dogs are so beautiful ......
Homeward Bound Essay 500 Words 8The train rumbled, and I sat on the train, looking out the window at the ever-changing scenery that made me marvel. This is my heart has long been flying out of the carriages, to my daydreaming hometown ...... Last summer vacation, I returned to my daydreaming hometown - Harbin. Close your eyes as if you can see, take out seven years ago the photo above the clear shot of that year when I last rushed to the market.
This day, the daybreak, the old aunt pulled me to the market to catch up with the market, only to walk five minutes to arrive. I saw a sea of people, I thought: only 6:30 people are so many! Look! Children with ice candy gourds in hand in the bazaar bouncing around like a carp swimming in the vast ocean. I am no exception, I clamor to eat fried small meatballs, but the old aunt will not allow me to eat, I was angry, hard to soft, I look at the old poor aunt begging her to buy me, finally the old aunt willing to give me to buy, I heart not to mention how happy!
Along the way, I saw what I wanted, but also witnessed the "chicken catching contest". Only to see a few men bare hands to the chicken pounced, the chicken is considered a chicken in the Zhuge, in order to speed up the momentum, with all their strength to peck the man's hand, to make them wow. Some of the guys were paralyzed with laughter on the ground, some were anxious to stomp their feet, as if to go up to catch the chicken themselves, and others did not move at all to watch this wonderful game ...... Finally, the chicken caught can be the men one by one are in a mess, the best laugh of the mouth is full of chicken feathers, I do not know whether it is to catch the chicken or come to eat the chicken! ......
Now that I'm in sixth grade, I hope I'll be able to go back home next summer!
Homeward Bound Essay 500 Words 9It was another rainy day.
I stood by the side of the road, stretching my neck like everyone else waiting for the bus to arrive. Most people were silent, except for a few girls who were chattering away. Everyone had the same look on their faces - the expectation that the bus would come soon, whether they were leaving home or going home.
One by one, the buses drove by, taking away the crowds and leaving them behind, along with the unpleasant exhaust fumes.
The bus I was waiting for hadn't come yet. Why do you make me wait so long every time? The more this time, the more urgent the mood to go home. At that moment, a scene appeared in my sight: there was an old grandfather in his seventies or eighties, pushing a wheelchair, on which sat an old grandmother with the same gray hair, and they chatted, with smiles on their faces. They were walking slowly in the drizzle, completely forgetting the world around them. And there was the big red umbrella holding up the grandmother, which became so dazzling in contrast to the gray sky. What a wonderful picture it was! I suddenly felt that life is so lovely and precious.
The car finally came, I was glad I didn't miss that scene, it was a chance for God to give me a shock to my heart. I jumped on the bus, there were not many people, I chose a window seat and sat down, and soon fell into a deep sleep. The dream was also gray and cloudy, but there were white feathers falling and gently covering me ......
By the time I woke up, it was raining heavily and the glass was blurry. I have never hated rainy days, listening to the sound of rain pattering outside the window, I feel very happy, there is rain with me home, I am not lonely.
Homeward Bound Essay 500 Words 10Evening at 5:30pm
Having just gone through a deadly struggle with the physics exam and the ups and downs of stepping on the A line in the language, physically and mentally exhausted, I will embark on the road home. The sky darkened early, and by now it was still a heavy ink-blue color. I stood in the corridor with my backpack, the evening breeze, the height of the sixth floor gives a feeling of transcendence, the square is very quiet, the glass of the library complex reflects the white bright distorted light of the teaching building, hazy darkness shrouds every corner, while behind me is a noisy class, incandescent lamps to the classroom lit up as bright as the day, students are immersed in the relaxation of the test and the joy of going home. I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time.
Going home ......
Six o'clock in the evening
Sometimes I think it's poetic to take the bus at night, and to look at the night view while riding in a speeding minivan is an unbroken line of gold. And in the bus, the bus is always not slow and bumpy, I can always see through its wide windows, light and shadow in the night in the colorful magic. In the daytime the building was dull and square, but at night there was a beam of white light from the bottom to the top, like a peacock opening its screen, marvelous and dreamy. Two rows of bright street lamps sandwiched between the endless stream of headlights, in the darkness, the car is very crowded, standing people swaying from side to side, bright incandescent lamps, looking out the window interspersed with dots of light clusters in the heavy darkness, window in the window, as if sitting on the border between two worlds.
6:30pm
I squeezed out of the car with difficulty from the crowd, and the evening wind blew, making people shiver. The station is still some distance away from the neighborhood, I plugged in my headphones and slowly walked home, next to the road was a store, big or small, restaurants where plates of food were brought out, looking so hungry. Some stores, however, had chains hanging from them, looking bleak and eerie in the evening. Along the way, actually found that many stores have different changes: renovated, relocated, changed hands ...... Life is changing every day, but we did not notice. Walked to the door of the district, a young security guard in the cold wind playing with his cell phone, from time to time to look up and look around, the security room nearly fifty years old uncle with old glasses squinting to read the newspaper, everything becomes more and more familiar, I'm home.
The world really belongs to me.
Homeward Bound Essay 500 words 11Tired birds know to return, falling leaves return to their roots, when we were young, we aspired to countless faraway places, but in the time of burnout and injury, we always turn back to look for that most familiar hometown, which comforts the foreigners and pacifies the broken hearted people ......
My hometown is not well developed, it is an ordinary small township, where there are red stone tile walls, cement alleys. The vertical and horizontal diagonal and curved, such as into the lost souls, every summer, muggy steam, half of the township caged in the dusky hot fog. In the evening, when the sun is shining in the west, the buildings form a shaded area, and the people in the house are all sitting and lying in the alley like a wedgie in a hole, and the shrewd ones quietly occupy the wind, usually in front of their own houses.
Alley people simple and mellow, as if just from the Peach Orchid to come, immaculate, happy old people, walk east string west home, gossip. The magnolia in front of the door is blooming happily, white petals as if in bloom a dream. People here peacefully savor life, enjoy life, do not quarrel over trivial matters, and will not go to take advantage of anyone's family. All they do is play chess under the big tree in the courtyard and splash ink on the desk in front of the hall. I am fortunate to live here, witnessing the simple atmosphere, the poetry flying . Everything.
Watch the flowers blossom and fall in front of the court, and look at the clouds rolling in the sky. At dusk, strolling in the sunset, just sigh "the sunset is infinitely good". Folding branches of willow, inserted in the bottle full of water, pointed shoots like new, just sprouted dreams, everyone is the protagonist of life, are in their own side of the world to build.
When it's raining, the rain soaks the hometown and shrouds the ancient alleys, as if bathing for a baby in a gentle way. Brew a pot of tea and sit on a rattan chair, flip through an old wire-bound book, and lightly recite "Rainy Lane". A flower and a tree are full of aura, the atmosphere of warmth is dense.
I bowed my head and stood quietly, savoring the scenery around me, heaven and earth softly, the path of the road, the mistletoe leaves fall down the mountain road, Hovenia bright post wall.
I walk, walk, look back at the foot of the hometown, meadow deep, river thick. The beauty of my hometown is like the clouds on the side of the sky, guiding the traveler on his way home.
Homeward Bound Essay 500 Words 12"Every festive season doubles the family", the Spring Festival is coming, just the first day of vacation, my father, my mother and I got up early, I asked my mother how to get up so early, the sky is not yet bright? Mom told me, because the car home more, afraid of traffic jams on the road, there is the most critical is the mood of the father and mother return to the heart of the arrow, want to get home earlier.
The car driving on the highway, just out of Hangzhou, the sun slowly rose behind us, red, we traveled all the way to the west, through Zhejiang Province, Jiangsu Province, Anhui Province and finally arrived in Henan Province, up to 1000 kilometers. We also passed through the Taihu Lake, Yangtze River, Yellow River and other major water systems. The great rivers and mountains of the motherland were in full view.
In addition to enjoying these beautiful scenery, on the way I saw some uncivilized and violation of traffic regulations, such as: gasoline in the service area to cut the queue, loud noise in the restaurant, throwing garbage out of the car window on the highway, and occupying the emergency lane when the traffic jam. I really hope that the next time I go back to my hometown, I will not see these uncivilized phenomena.
In the car I played a very interesting game "catch up with the sun", I thought I was in front of the sun, the sun followed me, but I do not know when, the sun ran to my front, I let my mother to speed up, catch up with the sun, my mother told me, we can not catch up with the sun. The red sun is going down, I waved to it, which happened to coincide with the traffic jam was seen by the uncle on the opposite lane, he also waved to me, with a big smile on his face. Gradually dark, we are still on the way home, unconsciously I fell asleep, as if I had a dream, dreaming of a car driving neatly on the way home ......
homecoming essay 500 words 13"The beauty of the mountains and rivers, ancient **** talk! " What does beauty look like? Is it "the sunrise river flowers are more red than fire, spring is like the river water is as green as blue?" Is it "Swallow grass like blue silk, Qin mulberry low green branches?" Or is it "A thousand warblers cry in green and red, and the wine flag winds in the water villages and mountains?" All the way to the car ride, body experience, that dreamlike, picturesque scenery, make me as intoxicated.
"Wow!" A clamor, woke up all the passengers in the car, in a moment, the whole car clamor, dumbfounded, open hazy drowsy eyes, can not help but heartbeat accelerated, breathing slowly.
Into the eyes of a sea of clouds, the game between the mountains and peaks, close to see the sea of clouds, like a layer of light edge, the peaks of those exotic scenes covered without a trace, the wind blew, the veil suddenly disappeared, a wonderful scene and are displayed in front of us; far away, a number of white clouds like a white butterfly, around the mountains, dancing; the car drove to the heights of the sea of clouds, like a sea of the sea, the sea can not see the edge of a peaks submerged in it, the sea of clouds is not a mountain. A mountain peaks submerged in it, only reveals a mountain tip, as if it is a small island in the sea, hidden in the clouds, make people feel as if they are in fairyland, in a flash, turned up the raging waves, a small boat rippling in the sea, sometimes splashing a small wave, a moment, the sea disappeared, appeared rolling hills, and then floated to a small cloud, turned into an eagle flying around the mountains. If nature is the source of poetry and painting, then the cloud is a masterpiece of nature.
Immediately afterward, what came into view were green mountains, flowing water, and waterfalls. We seem to have sailed into the world of dreams: the mountains stand in the fog, the water flowing in the hillside, the waterfall in the "fall nine days". Clouds around the mountain, the mountain according to the clouds and mist, vaguely hazy, if bright or dark, so that we are floating in the air. Sparse stones, across the exposed riverbed, across the slippery pebbles, with the water gurgling, swaying trees, to this lonely road has brought infinite vitality; two sides of the valley echoed the laughter, but also to this cold road has brought a turn of the city's clamor.
Time flies, in the imagination and lingering, that eternal moment, that rare intoxication, in the journey fixed.
Homeward Bound Essay 500 Words 14The two of us, Gao Zhilong and I, decided together to walk back to school instead of taking the bus. It wasn't all walking though, but getting off the bus halfway!
In the middle of this return journey, I also met a classmate who was wandering around on a bicycle, and we dispersed here after a few casual conversations.
At this time, the two of us walking together in this place, we feel very excited, although we have been living here for more than a year, but we are very unfamiliar with the place, and sometimes do not know whether they are on the right road, perhaps because we always stay in the dormitory, resulting in a very unfamiliar environment around the school!
We at this time is to follow the feeling of Gao Zhilong go, we do not worry about their own will not go back, because I know very well in the heart here is the school neighborhood, the big deal is that the wrong road and then come back to a trip, really can not take a cab back!
Gao Zhilong began to doubt whether he was going the right way, because he said that when he used to take a cab, there would be an uphill road, but now we have not encountered, although there are some doubts in mind, but we continue to walk forward.
In the past less than five minutes, we met a Chongwen Road sign, I knew I was going the right way, because outside our school is Chongwen Road. As expected behind this is the uphill road that Gao Zhilong remembers, and I remembered at this point that I had walked here before, back on my first day of school!
After spending about half an hour, we returned to the entrance of the school!
The return journey essay 500 words 15
Fancy years, bitter and moving, mottled memories, beautiful and melancholy, when the pen of time crossed the flow of years, only a chic smile, and not forgotten full of desolation ...
Childhood longing to grow up, hastily twenty years after the hovering in the heart of the sentimental being touched by the memories, do not go through the bitter smile, get is the heart of the tired ...
Childhood longing to grow up, hastily twenty years after the hovering in the heart of the sentimental being touched by the memories, do not go through the bitter smile, get is the tired heart, get is the heart of the tired. The loss is the heart of the peach blossom. The first thing you need to do is to look back at the small flowers in the cracks on the road of life, whether they are strong or weak, why they are sad, whether they are also in the luxury of sunshine.
Each of the years, solemn and cruel, was lost in its trajectory, hazy mist can not see the road ahead, leaving me a person stumbling gradually emaciated.
Now know all the sadness, want to talk about it, not dare to mention, but no one can share some for me, I only have to put the heart of the matter in the ink.
There was also a clear, that encounter into the heart of the comfort, I thought that this is forever, but in the time of the hammer under the flavor and death, left full of loneliness and yesterday's fear.
People geese flying south, turn around and look back, I have been afraid of mutual love, red dust such as the play, the play outside the play who can see clearly, may have had a hold on just the script, leaving behind a role only, and finally tearful words have just.
Cardamom years, no more youth, leaving only the vicissitudes of the years, such as ants generally exist, such as weeds as humble, such as the cold wind with the bone. How do I live, look up the sky is all haze, accompanied by my walk is the night of the faint light, how would like to escape from the city between the flurry of disturbance, taste the March peach blossom fragrance, can feel the spring touched to forget the scars of the years.
How much I hope that the wasted years are just a dream, but every dream woke up when the reality is so real. Life between heaven and earth, if a white horse, suddenly, when can we get out of the present powerless, do not want to life is all sigh.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time before I was able to get out of it.