I was woven joy and worry youth thrown back to

A single bland heart opened quietly memory childhood.since the each page, hazy state of mind, a long time to sort out emotions. Feel the season's comings and goings, enjoy in retrospect in man's leave with things disappeared, started as time in a hurry. Every day, the time from our palms bit by bit, quietly, without leaving a run of trace. Mother gives us life, we embrace new world in cries, When we grow up to stumble, cry, life church we know strong. Life like a cup of ChunChun wine, as the longer fragrant. Life's like a hit song, older and classic, Exhaustion written in the face, decadent text is revealed in heart.


Keep a copy of the mood of couse, with smiles deck our lives, "send person rose, hand there are lingering fragrance." Even a faint spring breeze brushed grass, also can bring refreshing widespread spring day


, have begun new road, this go to life will grew to aging, but I don't believe that only senescence. When the old street will have new standing, old bamboo wild still can have spring racing out. Life as long as not stiff, there is always a new shoots from the heart, however, there is always a new leaves from the branches of the liver is rising.


I will undergo countless reclamation and the time. A time of life, it is a season. No autumn fruit without spring bossoms each season will have, even into the white-haired, I am sure that life can have your own prosperity. As long as the pure heart still rippling spring breeze, hold the spring rain.