Time flies, years in laughter, care, hardships and hopeful gully. The hustle and bustle of the city, the colorful neon can't save a tired heart, and the destiny means that he once again embarking on this long-awaited land. Everything is still calm. The late autumn windbel is not a triviality of the heart. The old man strives to make a dream that once belongs to him. He snuggled next to the tree, staring at the branches swaying in the autumn wind, he is looking for which deep green belongs to himself.
A tender leaf is helpless in the wind, the old man finally saw the moment of the dream, it was in July, a rectangular notice changed his fascinating life, he I have embarked on the other level of life in my life, and I have come here to see it, and so strange land. He knows that he is destined to belong to here. No more relatives are not well careful, fate will catch up with him. After that day, my father had complained that he didn't look back when he broke up. He didn't say anything, because he was afraid of returning, there was tears.
The first green, so I left the loved ones that nourish it, and the second piece was dance in the autumn wind. At that time, he only had enthusiasm and dream, and these were enough. In his world, he suddenly added a new face, he is eager to understand, accept everyone around you. In the laughter, they have drawn knowledge in the same classroom, swaying the sweat of struggle; stand quietly listening to the sound of the sea with the sea, feeling the harmony of nature; once in the wind and rain Hand, only for a short part. Everything is so sweet, the old man picks up the happiness and thoughts of the heart, and strides a piece of beautiful memories. He is fortunate to have such precious movements, this kind of pure movement is accompanied by him to spend the unforgettable day night. Ten thousand years of long, only to accompany the evening. He knows that this is called - friendship.
The old man is smiling and reading each piece of green, through the time and space until a high-spirited green, the old gentle, the old man turned to the deep. That is the scene of his first time, the mountain is not high, but it is enough to have a world in the world. A lot of fans made each picture so clear, and he left him on the mountain road of a circle. He finally ran on the top of the mountain because he was almost angry, and his wind accompanied him. Standing there, he did not really appreciate the world of hey, and he did at that time. Feel the moisture of rain, welcoming the wind and breathing, stretching your arms. Maybe it's time to go to the sky here. He has learned to swear, and he will always remember here, because he learned more important things in this world, how to choose the sky.
For a long time, the old man's face showed a trace of exhaustion, and the last green may be involved in the late night, not seen. The old man scored a blurred aluminum card on the tree. This is the witness of their youth. Ren, remember their memory, this tree is still deeply rooted in their hearts. A kind of love, or because they work together - "hope".
The night is more strong, the city is still hustle, and the figure of the elderly is growing in the plenty of neon. I want to retain him, I want to run the past and pull him, but he waves a string of "regret" ...
