My years have passed away.

Hello, my life. where did you go?

Time is like water, and the age is a bit deep. Silent years, do not need to say goodbye, can also achieve a stunned glory.

Time flies like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and youth makes people nostalgic, which makes people even more lamentable. From the crying of the hustle and bustle to the immature language of hoarseness, it seems to understand the curiosity of the beginning, the childishness of the juvenile to the vitality of the youth, and the wisdom of the years until the beginning of the mature year. Time is quietly flowing, and the years are silently disappearing. Like the soft hands, the face of the person is changed, and the mind and body are left with the mark of growth. No matter how you want to live forever, but youth is still in the alternation of life, the transformation of night and night, quietly and quietly flowing away day by day.

Perhaps, the Chinese is just a drama without rehearsal, and when it is not in the air, it will quietly endorse another song. When it was too late to trim and ileum, I lost a lot of beauty. We don’t know what to cherish, but in the ravages of the years, we hurt and missed a lot of disappointment.

Years of life are not afraid of the wind and rain, in the years of travel, silently through the spring and summer and autumn and winter. She does not show off a dazzling brilliance, and she does not fall in love with the red dust. With a single, unrelenting bloom, her value is vivid and her face is unforgettable.

For a short period of time, if you can't afford to squander, you will throw people away in a faraway corner. The flowers in the dream are falling like rain, and the darkness is a little bit bleak, leaving only one memory to be as new as ever. Under the cherished and silent eyes, the unfading scenery is taking advantage of the vicissitudes of life. It is so lively, and it is time to take advantage of the old time.

Remember those times? Remember the game you played. Those who accompany us and things. All have passed away with the years. I want to sing that song again. "I don't want to want to grow up. I will lose her when I grow up. I love him so much. He loves him. He falls in love with him."

The third day: small stay