Le 25 août 2015, 03:43 dans Humeurs • 0
Never met with the youth, but in the shadow You beauty. Never deliberately attention that ignorant young we are the wind or rain appearance, posture. But always remember that one Zen deep summer, always hiding in the shade of a tree, from time to time off a piece of the green leaves enjoy it to that moment of cool, not knowing at that moment and shake off the tree full of dusk.
The wind blowing through the breeze always bring the faint scent, often smell the fragrance thoughts always could not suppress floating to the distant place, total fantasy a butterfly's life, in the sun fly wing to wing, not alone, not lonely, ordinary simple happiness with a bit of sadness.
Like to stand in the open place, see Yunjuanyunshu, listening to their favorite music, each cool breeze blows obsolete always let his supercilious immersion. Wait until back to God looked at in the wind wanton dancing willow catkins, the sun hit the body, dazzling, but let it have the beauty of the rainbow, then hold your breath, think of their own careful thinking, some happy, some regret.
At that time we will care about others a joke, because some trouble things can't explain, or get desperation. Will because accumulation Chengshan work lie in the desk distress complaints, in each received false back to school in the busy rush job, because a little small You beauty achievement and get dizzy with success, often in the classroom Don't like wandering in a daze, the fantasy that one day with his idol encounter the scene. Imagine their future looks like, expect that not riding a white horse prince accompany him along the way to enjoy the scenery, expecting to accompany each other steady, will in the sea of people looking for that familiar figure, often with a helpless sorrow mood holding the unfinished diary.
Every day with a pair of haven't wake up is helpless expression came into the classroom, open the textbooks, however, when the end of the "prison" like life and patted his head recognize themselves to escape route to V in the desk scribbling, for the road, the problem of their brains, like in the examination after the end of unlimited indulge themselves, often to see results that a second bittersweet. In the teacher's eyes turn iron into steel under a strong indication of his efforts Medosan.
Like in the self-study class with their managed to queue up to wait until the novel to see a non-stop, risking a don't be careful to be found the risk of admiring inside each plot, see tears sentimental link, will not stop could not help but sigh while murmuring, from time to time caused strong dissatisfaction of the table, and he was lame said people do not understand anything. Look at the innocent expression of the people, he was on the side of the flowers. Of course, it's not too much to pull him down.
Walking on the road has countless times, the wind has accompanied countless days of vegetation, stepped on the steps of the countless days, every step of the passing of each step of the sweet memories, thinking of a picture of the occasional picture. Unaware of their bizarre fantasy.
Time flies, looking back now, the road gradually blurred, in youth tapering off the pace, to pick up that year that evening, youth is like flowing song, at your fingertips, in the ear, in the heart, flowing in the fleeting romantic dialogue, turning faces thin album, youth of the year, Miss distant.