Childhood is the tears of memories

The stars in the sky smiled and screamed, and the water in the lake was full of light.

Like a meteor flying over the cold wind Tengshu to pick up the water, squatting over the child, sitting under the crescent, singing a beautiful song, I said and laughed.

I said and said, I cried.

Sobbing that childhood can still look at the Fanyang sunshine, filled with the fragrance of summer.

You can't bear the people of that year, you are far away, you can't just know each other, you will remember me.

The butterfly licks the petals of the fragrant incense in the wind, even if you take a deep breath at night, you can smell it. After the fragrance, you will know each other, and you will not meet each other. It will not be exhausted and will continue to bloom in the summer.

How can I think, today, I will sit here, quietly remembering, your smile on the cheek, your chubby little claws touch the east, like the opening of the cherry blossoms in the series, fuzzy and Clear, it is a memorable memory.

And today I am! No longer you! I am deeply immersed in the lost Tan, and your memories will not last. When I am alone, I will hang around with you.

Child! Your little heart carries everything I have today, and the curiosity of your little devil makes me often saddened. Do you think of it? ! I am you! You are hidden by me in the deepest part of my heart! I don't want to give them to you! I want to cherish you!

People become older every day, and children become old every day.

As you get older in your memory, the memories with you are getting old.

The mountain is no longer green. Flowers are no longer fragrant. The grass in front of the house fell.

Hunchun has been unable to shine. The future of summer has not yet been decided.

The wind passed through the picture, isolated everything, isolated everything I saw, isolated my joys and sorrows, and isolated all my silk. Finally, I opened my eyes and found out.

You stared at the flower, swaying the light on your face, turned around, against the light, gently greeted me.

First day: Xia Qiu Zhihui