I do not know since when, becoming sentimental, I do not know since when, I began to love looked up at the blue sky, no matter how dazzling bright sun that, even if stabbed into tears, like when it rains, looking rhythm of the rain outside the window, or, in the lingering rain, running in the playground. See the misty fog, which recalls the hurriedly cover. Is not, really is the more grown more lonely? Childhood memories, had very few, scattered in last year's cold winter, and now is the summer, is a real summer. The original fleeting, not all, all, are a set number, will be passing.
gently put aside the memory of the former collection of curtains, the original all so far away, yet so close. When children's poem, when the words of children, children at the game, the memory of all children, just like a bright sun, straight into the goal deepest heart, beautiful. Children's innocence when, when we, also with a smile, jumping rope, playing with sand, along with playing hide and seek, like the angels live in heaven, never feel sorrow, only in the absence of sugar, or fall pain, will cry cried naughty. Child's world, is always the most brilliant.
child, always looking forward to New Year, New Year, there will be new clothes to wear, there will be a red envelope to take, there is a lot of good things, you can also see the long-lost relatives, as well as fireworks. In the child's eyes, as long as the delicious fun on the line, so that the child's world, it is very easy simple. But now, even more afraid of the Chinese New Year, and feel more and more time too fast, fast like listening to a song, Listening to the melody, like a few minutes then passed quickly. Sunset fall, rise Sunrise,UGG Boots, eternal and unchanging. We use the time to read a blank, with the old time depicting the face of youth. In fact, when bright fireworks, is the most lonely, when that moment of fireworks, like most of the moment of collapse, like goodbye language, sonorous, powerful, prosperous bright. There is the harsh sound of firecrackers, as a big wake-up call, and always tell you, one year later, you have grown a year older. Even if you cry you cry, it can not have the time to restore, even if you cherish no matter how brilliant period of time, or will disappear.
have to play the game called hide and seek, now playing called sad. Sharp contrast, shiny and painful. Caught is very happy cry, no lie, caught on to the skin, when he was angry, who no longer ignore it, and slept sediment of any connection with that playing who. Simple and romantic, beautiful and pure. Poor grades would keep their own sad, touching story will see the tears, to see pairs of people feel too lonely, and increasingly they do not like nagging, but they look more and more hypocritical, long After the big do, the dream is always off track, do not go back into the abyss,UGG Boots, complex enough, want to be adults, not other people governing. Injured, by himself dodging, do not want to be found, the pursuit of another life. Is it, grew up in the world, is so much complicated it? Is the world growing up, it must not return to childhood innocence it? Is it, grow up, they must fall into the smoke of the battlefield that it?
youthful pain, sudden come. Had grown, the need to withstand many, many, that a lot of people are secretly behind Ma Lei, the original, the city's downtown, behind or dirty, the original bright sky, dark clouds after the cluster will be set, followed by the torrential The heavy rain. As good as agreed. Youth is a bold river, flowing day and night, like tears, in full flight, eventually, but it will flow dry, not a sea of youth, youth will tend to dry, dried up.
always like to watch that large tracts of dead leaves fall, doubt, is not after the old people, that is, fallen leaves, the wind swirling, yellow weakness? There are many young oath, clank of the oath, in the years that we left a deep mark. We are too attached to, attached to the promise that warm, sweet fantasy that attachment, but these, only a meager faith, until the winds will be divergent, fused together, leaving the color. It happens like that distressed text, is obsessed with that song hurt, is not really difficult to take away the pain of it? Who do not know, just infatuated with,UGG Boots, Fall in love with loneliness, Fall in love alone, Fall in love with youthful pain.
worldly, but also like a child, very obviously loaded as adults, or pretend not to that effort. Many people in our eyes, beautiful kind, with their smile captured the hearts of all beings, the result, like a poppy flower, simple, with poison. We were children, but early contact with those messy life, premature understanding of turbulent unrest. Although we do not want and do not know what has been forcing us to that given to a hopeless abyss. So, we hit the road, along the way, Young's youth Eau ink, beating the youth dance, youth shed tears. All are related with the youth.
us all the way to hell and high water, and thus repeat the same mistakes, experiencing other people's tracks, watching someone else's story, his own interpretation alone. Some people unknowingly flying in our memories, watching people coming and going on a road, remembered, and forgotten, and there are printed inside the brain, occupy a small corner. However, in those who, unwittingly, frayed nerves and slowly touch, touch a chord root missing, then the pain began to spread. Strange, familiar, all over, and before.
not understand why there are so many sufferings, why always so sad, why do the most brilliant smile when they think of the grief, why in the most sad, but laughed so crazy, why obviously painful, but said with a smile is not pain, obviously very sad, but always, as if nothing had before. This is the unruly youth?
will be singing a strange melody in the playground to run it? Will then run in the rain-soaked streets, any rain through and through it? Re obsessed with pink doll that Hellokitty it? Which star will again have to understand all the detail in it? Will be like the melodious tune it?
Some people say that if the bed is the grave of youth, then I would like to buried here.
very hard to understand a word. Only show that, in fact, young, really pain ......
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