Youthless youth [recommended]
I need some strength to get out of memory from some yellowing memories. The holes of the double shoes hanging on the bed have no longer mentioned, and we have walked through a lot of road.
If you say the hole record of the double shoes and telling a day, then a downtown in the afternoon of the bed, watching someone else playing PC-GAME is already dim, and the D version of the CD is in the optical drive The time, the fuzzy character, from the inferior manner, from the inferior manner.
Everything seems to be related to you and has nothing to do.
It is fixed at this moment, and it is branded, a bright red certificate has sealed a year. Three years of time, fresh and vivid in a location. Your piece is finally completed into a line of words, XX University XX-class XX graduate XXX, after X-year learning, qualified, specialized this certificate. The deposit is a few seals.
You can still come back, you can still be here, but your identity will no longer be here, not in the ING state.
Graduated, youth has passed. Youth belongs to the Jingjing campus, which belongs to the days here.
The real realistic is not perfect, and the reality is not terrible.
Like those DVDs, VCDs, CDs that are scattered, they contain stories and melodies, are some essence or mediocrity, can't stand, can only float in your depths of you. And we are destined to bring the past, we will always be in the future, the roots have sprouted, the flowering results are in a certain location, and there is news or no news.
The person you have loved, did you go far, do you have a connection, whether you will spread a long-term yellow diary in the night, stand up and long sigh. That time you are worth memory, is it a collection of you, or the flash is always forever, or it's gently with your current brilliance and glorious smile.
The finger is gently touched by the table chair bed, simple, in such a mess, the growth, vitality, desires or sentiment, the depression is the old day color.
I thought that the past is a monotonous no bright color, and the world is more tempting and farther, I am eager to confirm the opportunity to self, and when I really leave, I am leaving, why is there a tear?
Everything is as good as a tide, we are isolated as islands.
We have all such confused, just like that thinking about reading, repeated nights.
Youth is no longer coming, 5 yuan, a video of the videos, the love story has been boiling, and the small playground is repeatedly walked. For who left a long hair, in order to shoot the Ji.. For who is laughing in the day, do you write in the night?
In this way, swaying the days quietly, so that the truth has passed, let everything go.
The youth that scattered the place, now in that corner crying? The youth and stories of the disappeared, and ran out in that corner?
