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In the spring breeze, the endless years have lost the innocence that has been lost. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Pick up the waves, I'm still here, I remember saying that I'll come back when we're old.

The sycamore tree in front of the house is still the same, the old courtyard is still the same, the words that my father and mother often say suddenly flashed in front of my eyes, ten years in the east of the river, ten years in the west of the river, I am also full of mulberry, but the door to go home is still in my memory.

The river is still the river, and the water of the stream is thirsty, but the west is still west, and the east is east, swallow, fly! Will you come again next year? ――

What to wait for? People always seem to be waiting in their lives, waiting for the old, waiting for the person is also annoying, but the heart is warm? Every year flowers are not flowers. Now, everything has changed, but the door is still the same as the sky. Nearly a thousand years ago, the callers are still wondering when the sky was a century ago.

I picked up the waves with you, and the years when I sparkled the sand together with the golden light have long been mired in the mud.

Watching the children playing with the Trojan horse, I can't help but think of when I was a child, I used a stool as a Trojan horse. Our parents love us, but they are very sad, and how much do they give them, and what can they never give?

Look at their own hands, and what about their hands? My hair is white, and what about me?

Now let me take you by the hand to go to a distant paradise, and I wonder where we should go when the seasons have changed.

Yesterday is still in my heart, and today has passed unconsciously, my heart is still there, but I have to leave unconsciously, I was young that year, and now the past is not the end of the year.

As long as a person keeps a promise, which is motivation, there is hope.

In my dream, the sky was beautiful and blue at dusk, but it was burned golden by the firelight.

At that time, the sky was beautiful, and everything was missing, and the time of the shadowless retinue had already passed nearly a thousand. What else is in our memory? Who remembers the past. Whether the person, the scene, and the thing in the past are still the same.

In a hurry, in a hurry, after a few years, I have gone away when I return to the present day.

Put down the pen for a long time, in the line, a long feeling, so that I have a lot of feelings, the sky is still the same, the mood is still the same.

The sun came out again, and when it began to shine on life, I began to recover, and I thought that there was life, yes, and it was still there, for so many years. When the child is asleep, humming until he is numb, and then remembering his mother, she has thoughts and patience, and what about me?

The leaves are back, and the mood has been in for a long time.

When the sun went down, the moon crept up.