Want to have more strong, will dare to yearned

Once with a backpack vivid memories, with the train way, put great road, sprinkled on rusty steel rail. Missing is an invisible rope, passing wind, accidentally touched the encroaching emotions, tears in her eyes, heart began to twitch. Once thought that as long as go far enough, there would be no those endless miss; Like cut and waist long hair that will be able to start from scratch. But the crack in time, the sun will always inadvertently cast the shadow of the pieces of memory.

Missing is method, there is no experience of people, will never understand, that is how a pinch. Distance is blocking, memory is too rough, lonely too will fit, I want to have more strong, will dare to yearned.

Initial brother left home, his father said, remember often write back. Brother listen to your father, just to write to him, and write long letters, filled with each other's care, a person away from home, what are some sorrow and trouble. Father, said the letter, don't always want to home, home with me, all right. Then the words, usually he will for example, like grandmother can also drive, my grandfather also can drink a few cups of wine and not drunk; Like a the vines were married seven pumpkin, as this year's rice crop is good, two cabinet didn't fit in the home, he plans to do a cabinet. And he said, one day, I don't know the changes in temperature outside, if a woman feels right, looking for a wife.

After the elder brother, I left home, his father to pass a phone with me every weekend. The phone, I always deliberately hide, said don't want to read, the in the mind still miss hong thai travel.

I know, I want to home.

The bell, class cultural corridor through the empty, through the banner of freezing wall, into dead heavy classroom, wake up the sleeping I. Two classes, the length is ninety minutes, I'm tired of the teacher's lengthy, disguised preaching; Rings, finally relieved, escape from this dull rigid, lifeless class, is very glad.

Dusk of square, the sunset and the sunset dyed red half jiang, looks very beautiful, all round with the light, at the moment seem to be some white elephants. I am used to you as the center, in each direction to enjoy the beauty of this world; Can you do when you're not, turn the corner is invisible to the deeper and extension path in the distance.

Tonight, some moist air, raised his head, and remind you encounter, red eyes, tears drop from mid-air rows, tells the broken language, voice mixed with substance. You are my memory that turned to the young, and I set out, now have disappeared, too many stories are mottled, too much emotion will leave the bottom of my heart.

Life without love, like there's no the night of the dawn. But in love, often mixed with a myriad of pleasure and pain, I want to have more strong, will dare to yearned.

I know, if you want to love, live like a movie, never just a unrealistic perfect imagination. I am not a perfect man, but want to occupy your whole heart, forgive me for not perfect, but for the sake of you, I'll try.

One of my favorite places, is to have you, nu skin hong kong with your breath, your smell; Many years passed, and don't know where you are, but I will insist on waiting for you to come back, back to the town we met.

This is a prosperous time lonely youth, I wish you later every time tears are tears of joy. Life is a journey, a direction, a me, looking for a shortcut to walk into your heart. I will be fine, eat well, sleep well, or else how can always accompany you, forever.

I would like a wave of the sea, the wind blows, warmed by swinging into your; The color of the melted in the evening before, into your heart.

This world, is bound to waste unnecessary things, and then come back to find what they originally wanted to find.

When our eyes those boring, trivial, and even some don't understand manners, like a child playing house, now you may feel naive; Stick in the mud to catch loach, you will feel funny; Climb dao bird's nest, catching cicadas in summer, you will feel boring; But after long years of precipitation, they finally become the eternal memory, become the reason why we so, also can become our real wealth.

I like to think of the joys and sorrows of life, into a transparent sealed jar, boasts beautiful scenery outside the transformation of the air inside is more and more thin, so I can integrate joys and sorrows, flat mentality, nu skin receive love sunshine.