Lost is lost, childhood to have

Moonset Wu Ti, the total air flow to be rain and wind. Last night the stars are out the window of that year dream of Sophora japonica L. Hong. Clear sky, flowers bloom of youth. Childhood fragrance, water falling further blessings.

Remember, the river water at full blast, you play with me, until sunset, and hidden in the base lan, the night wore black, was called home to my grandparents, for dinner.

Remember, the temple to listen to opera, just to buy some good food. Go to the mountains, just to join in the fun. Go to the fair, only to buy new clothes to wear. To the park, just to play with classmates.

That year we, flower, bloom simply ugg boots 5831 black short paisley
beautiful. That year we have, such as grass, barren Red dye over. That year we have, such as trees, blue sky propped season. That year we, now, grow, and even, getting senile.

That year we, like spring, infiltration perfect vitality. That year we, as the summer distribution of fiery passion. That year we, as the autumn harvest growth of fun. That year we, as the sun, warm cold winter day. That year we, now, grow and mature, and even, the world and older.

Fade tender childhood, after the sorrow of youth, review the vicissitudes of quarter after quarter. Face faded childhood, through youth makeup, to make it across the old.

Childhood and never understand what tired, what is tired, running day and night, day and night play, day and night, chasing, day and night play, walking day and night, day and night jumps.

Childhood, that fearless, dare to venture forward, that their future life is spectacular. Later, no longer do some dangerous things, representing a growth, or even the vicissitudes of life. Later on, actually want to live like a plain and simple life, represents a mature, even old.

Rain wet heart, dry the memory. Childhood, more and more like a distant dream. Frost in mind, when the snow in the palm of the hand. Childhood, are increasingly unable to touch her breath.

Time far away, time goes by, childhood, the more I miss, it will lose faster. Light thoughts, deep feelings, childhood, like the fingers of sand, the more grip the more passes.

I stood on the other side of youth, looking at the other side of childhood, over and over fragrant, icy hearts, melted, flushed cheeks, lips slightly higher forty-five degrees, as the summer of that year when flowers are blooming, I Cong in laughter.

Water rush, take away childhood, dilute the memory, but can not share of pure annihilation, it feels like. Petals colorful, scattered childhood, memories fade, but that period of time can not fade away, that part of aesthetic.

In those years, we look at everything with curiosity Red, see Red Dust all with all the questions, so why do only a hundred thousand, it is for us to answer the teacher.

In those years, we have greedy, fun, eager for a better human society. In those years, we have simple, stubborn, could not resist the temptation of others. In those years, we have the most mischievous, but also the most true.

Childhood, we remember that there is no secret, no, then do not say that we missed was a dream, to grow up, we remember the arguments fight, they also want you and good companionship with the urge to play with.

Childhood, we remember the brotherhood ceremony of light weight, silent touch, we miss is a game with absolute passion, we remember that the students left, or want to use the tender document body, look up the word, write a letter to him.

No matter how many times, the smell of childhood, like the smell of the lilies open, enduring incense. No matter how many times, the aesthetic is like a childhood picture of binding, start slowly.

Falling water, of childhood to the water. Heaven and earth, water to the east, on the west down, friend, your mind, childhood can retain it?