The flowers that bloom in my life

Flowers that have been blooming in my life

【How are you】

How are you?

At that time, we had such a greeting. The innocence at that time, or shame, didn't seem to matter. The friend came and went again, the school uniform was new and old. What colors are the flowers that bloom in my life?

How are you?

If it is a reunion, I will smile at you and ask you -

Are you okay with the faint ink in my life?

[Send most missed]

I am not a quiet girl.

To be exact, I am a big man - I am very derogatory, but good intentions do often happen. This is embarrassing and embarrassing.

But my dearest, my sister, do you remember? You always do something stupid than me. You are very simple and simple. It’s not so good to let you hide in the quilt. But why do I feel bad about you?

Because you are my sister. It’s the same as I’m laughing and crying in the text all day, weaving my dreams, I’m stupid with me, I’m hiding with me in the bed, until I’m late, I’m letting you record for you. The chasing star who called me "Aberdeen".

Whether we are goodbye, crying and laughing, or separated at the ends of the coast.

This simple emotion, send, most miss.

【豆蔻年华】

Remember Su, remember summer, remember, the cardamom years.

Must the cardamom be 13 years old?

Just remember that after being with you, my life will always be fixed in the cardamom.

Although it is just a simple QQ group, but the cold machine is connected, it is indeed your warm heart.

Mom told me not to chat with strangers casually. I was really good at the beginning, but I met Su. Her enthusiasm does not seem to be covered by machines. So many future years, whether it is reality or virtual network, I face everyone with my most passionate side.

So, Su, thank you.

I began to accept you from the strange and sincere network, including those who are reading my pen and ink, far away.

Unforgettable, cardamom years.

If you see my heart, please come back.

Go back, our cardamom years.

[The most memorable, forever three]

I really don't know what to say.

Three shifts are really an eternal for me. It should be said that you are the three classes, giving me the eternal memory.

Unexpectedly, I am still in three shifts. But the face in memory seems to have been erased by life, and a strange mask is placed.

What is it, why not? How can I not know this kind of secular reason? However, when the flowers are no longer eternal, when the leaves are no longer rooted, will I still face them?

I don't know, I don't want to know. Even for the most dearest you, I have to smile slightly.

- Hey, those flowers, how are you?

I remember wearing a high-heeled shoe and a cross-over old man, remembering the teachers who worked hard on the podium, remembering the students who grew up together.

Remember, I can’t forget, I can’t remember the words in words.

[still still]

In the end, I just want to say that this is just an essay that I feel. But people who pass me by, I hope you can see it. At least you can know that somewhere in time, someone has ever seen you.

Still the same, it is time too hasty. Still the same, just memories make people struggle.

But I know that if I walk on a flowery road, I will not miss it.

commemorate:

My dear, you

Second day: Nalan Qingyi