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2125778 2010 年 09 月 03 日 09:10 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (15) Category: Wind and Qing Yang
Our Time
time write you my story, so we had a dream, into elegant beautiful memories.
open the drawer again, to face the long-lost memory.
turn mottled writing, the story of the diary if you can remember?
freeze old photographs of the screen, a reminder of the passage of time traces;
stacked in the corner of the letter,
pandora online, a sealed record year mood.
gently ask, Oh, ah miss piled here.
remember when young dream? Flowers wither like a flower never,
Until now, I do not know when it will
results, but also stand still smile in the wind.
always insisted, I do not know how the end will have meaning.
remember when old you? Say goodbye to a childhood of playing ignorant,
umbrella against the wind alone go walking in the way pre-school, the family always remembered.
remember that elementary school courtyard tree it? A group of friends around the game,
years past, we have found each other's presence.
remember junior high school classroom corridor it? There is always laughter, in which you and I,
initiation of pride and how can we forget, the dream suddenly armored ever.
high school out of the window of the kapok remember it? Branches little flower,
that time young, and how solutions of one of the style.
the inner ring road
Lagerstroemia remember it? Welcome to send the old hard to find old friends go,
spring autumn years, How can it be a word told.
East, tide beach side, the traction, but the distance between the heart?
smiled and talked to the old face may not only in the memory;
come to realize a dream, the legend may be the same only in dreams.
suddenly overnight showers, and ultimately, the clear words can fully desolate.
If you cry, the first wet my heart;
If I cry, first wet Whose heart?
who have seen, under the night, also there, tears in seven years.
Hekan the interference, such as eyes open with eyes closed are as a shadow.
end is dark, the fireworks were easily perishable old.
Murdoch good intentions, in vain all alone injury.
like Don Quixote-like Restricting the original entanglement bound self-correct interpretation,
unfulfilled struggle is a myth.
right close without trying, how smug horizon.
not tell what is predestination,
Yun Yang Delicate
laugh, always familiar story.
time it takes away the story of water, brought yet another new Sunrise ... ...
Just missing, just thinking
the story of water it takes away time
change a person
sentimental and in that first
wait for youth
Photos
old yellow letter
and faded Christmas cards
young for you to write songs
I'm afraid you already forget
past vows
Like a textbook
colorful bookmarks
depicts the many beautiful poems
But after all, is a smoke
would like to this article, dedicated to my twenty-fifth birthday.