Years are in silent and infinite, turn around, they have been near. There is still nothing, except for the vicissitudes of the eyes, the fullness of the fullness has been abrasive by the ruthless years, and don't let the eyes of the old age become a paper empty.
In the years, there is no enthusiasm, there is no enthusiasm, no interest, no pursuit. Is it really so easy to aging? ?
A cup of tea, staying behind the computer for a few hours. Nothing, don't want to do anything, the years will lose this.
(to be continued)
Be kind to everyone around you, it is both a fate.
