The child can not go back

According to the cherry trees litter the long, silent walk out year after year Huakaihuaxie. Touch of sadness, desolately monologue, the vast vision, perspective with the residual illusory China. Looking at the blue sky, white clouds drift sight, strange, waving to the term, and I never ran a multi-year term, quietly opened the dust in the drawer, opened slightly yellowed diary, told me that the hours have been able to return light.

Love one another, but each of the passage of time, has refused to lay down their holding in the palm of the fairy tale books, has long been missing. Time and hastily, so remember the past, but only in the memories of the past, can not come, can not go back.

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good and dreaming about a word. Campanula pure laughter as often as should be the edge of floating grass in You You, a babbling river, full of bright lights flying in the blue sky.

His year, when the hope is that the same can be like other kids, have their own little toy, holding it at night to sleep, go out and play when you can take inseparable. There are cute little dog that old house, is my favorite companion. Grew older, the dream of a big one in the world, strange and beautiful corner of the call. Like backpacks wandering, but always remembered in a quiet night at home was a simple little life, the whole yard is a whole world of small life.

Strange and familiar childhood song, then suddenly jump in the ear light. Memories of childhood music became the most pleasant voice, the songs of childhood became the depths of my mind the most memorable in the wind and sky blue of the season.

Prelude to a touch of guitar, then water-like soothing and refreshing voice, time seems to flow back into the green campus instantaneous. Birds of the sky with white wings, lips smile is peppermint fragrance, there are children on the playground running figure. In that era simply beautiful, love nature is always, who did not gently pulled the other hands, I believe, love has always been good, can never be separated.

That is good memory segment, will never forget the memories. She brought me a simple pleasure, this simple pleasure can not be replaced. She will remember me? We will also not be a place in one day meet again? Really miss you, really want to return to the past, back to our time.

Blue sky remains the same, the wind gentle, lingering fragrance, Splendor days. Misty clouds without a trace, never was on any inch of blue sky. It's light and the envy, jealousy It's free, no memory of its desire, a dream Imagine love it. Time was removed, colorful dreams quietly went on, unknowingly crossing the choice a little more messy, intricate communication.