A Kind of blue sky and clean month, the same as the fallen woman, and already have changed … Looking at the glowing yellow of Grottoes make every effort to dance the last shadows, silently looking at it across the corner, blown on the steps covered with moss, leisurely calm of the end of their lives. I can not help but thrown slightly bitter taste. Belvedere hygiene conditions? Or the sighing things reincarnation, life is short? No way of knowing, but also do not want to continue to trace the source of the pain of. Leaned over squat, the cold wind from the hair draped over his shoulders, and misty eyes. Slender fingers picked up the fallen leaves a closer look, looking at the vicissitudes of Emotion context, a few of their own lost youth … to pick up the memories we will never forget, never missing a little bit … – Basking, you remember? Kindergarten, I do not want to go to school. You had just sent me to school, I must take you to go back, ran around the short cut home. When you go home and see me cry pattering crash, hate and distressed. Finally, the “cruel” to Ling rabbit led me back to school. Junior high school, I began a long career in live on campus. Each time you return to school, you will Qiandingwanzhu, kept nagging, and then buy a lot of snacks, school bags full of stuffed. Grandma, you know that how heavy school bags? Not just many things, but also because there steeped in me a deep sense of love ah! When my back drift away, looking back, could see vaguely in the back of your bent standing in the autumn … In high school, busy learning. You are not willing to waste my study time, not how nagging. Just every night by my side, looking at me to learn, no matter how tired, and more sleepy … the dim light, your gray hair burns my eyes, all in tears, you know? Now, I am away from home, even the back you can not see http://www.telnote.cn … but grandma you remember these bits and pieces? Friends, close friends of my life, you remember we had? Once, young and frivolous, his aim was distant, Xian Mu Nanfei geese Freedom of flying. Once, we seemingly always out of reach in the dream, is not the choice to give up? Once, we lament the youth as torrential rivers, too late to say goodbye to walking away. Once, we encourage each other with burning the midnight oil for the college entrance examination, and worked hard. Once, we promised each other, never to each other, forgotten. But, life is like a ruthless knife, after all, has changed our Mo Yang. From the naive to the so-called false mature. Blink of an eye in the past, how many joys and sorrows, and how many separate ways, the future of fighting back, after all, let us shame, childhood dream was ridiculous. After all, we began to drift at various locations in the world, let us understand the “goodbye” how difficult it is! We were also years of fuzzy edges and corners to start to learn to go with the flow. Suddenly remembered that we once sang: “beginning of the beginning, we are children, the last final desire to become an angel ……”. Friends, you remember that we laugh together cry together once? Thoughts recall once! The autumn breeze, a burst of cool cheek. Reach out and touch, wet a. Dry the tears, stood up, revealing a touch of lightly smile, and continue marching the leaves went to the far away … at least the road in front of … Still
