When all at once I turn my head
Hundreds and thousands of times, for her I searched in chaos,
suddenly, I turned by chance, to where the lights were waning, and
there she stood.
-- Xin Qiji "Qing Yu an"
Through all eternity moment is eternal, boundless, lamps and
candles of a myriad families, fireworks.Don't ever discovered, all
eyes have become a foil, lost her, all will be cast into the shade.If
the loss of that review, less that one back, everything what
significance.Suddenly, just more of a feeling.
Life is but a dream. A dream life, such as.Suddenly a dream, has
gone through more than ten load, many friends, many old, empty back,
what kind of affection?The journey difficult, helpless, always want to
have a look back through the road, cried laughing, sad happy, sour,
sweet, bitter, hot and the best taste in the heart.
I seem to see a handsome boy in the aspect, frivolous, Lingyun
aspiration.Only young and all years old, sing to Ren Xiaoyao.Vying with
heaven in high, road work, a challenge.Cut the thorns, ride the wind,
breaking waves.Senior high school entrance examination, entrance
examination, through one and a level, not stop footsteps, sweat never
stops, was busy, did not pay attention to walked out of our own
road.Now, have a look back, although young blood in, find edges
already smooth, rounded edge, no longer is the impulse, ignorant
young, shook his head, to give a sigh "the young do not sorrow taste",
now is "for poetry that worry".It is felt not previously experienced,
do not have a temper, out of school, know the society is a big
stage!You and I need to fine polished, polished edge, wash away
childish, to jade.
Beside oneself, but don't.Never had this pain.Never thought this
day leave accompanied by parents, then, could not help secretly back,
their temples and a few white hairs, and more a few minutes of old
face.But I'm from their eyes to see the smiles, expectations, but a
bitter heart, a bitter, astringent tears streaming down the back.Or
three years it is difficult to give up the friendship, one's voice and
expression,
laughing quietly climbed up, also hard, Le Yiduo, sad, disappointed,
lonely, we together.Look at the scenery, watching the sunset,
slapstick laughter, not very comfortable, and longing for love to,
such as in the painting, I have this feeling "this flower wins last
year, but next year spend the better, and who know with".A wave, a
look back, eyes suddenly lit up, sudden shock: "once again don't
first,
what time?"And hurried, this hate infinite.Familiar passes, won't
give up, attachment.Back pain but who cannot bear to think of the
past, humanitarian, few people know?
Bow looking back to footprints, still visible.Hearts lost
gradually subsided, and visual distance, work steadily down!Like sit,
feel the lonely sad.Habit is silent, to capture the reality with a
teen.Wandering in the edge of happiness and suffering, to see them, it
is not clear from the actual situation, virtual.Seems to contradict
is full in my
