Youth in tne Night Summer

Refers to the song, song song qing's dream of flying, sing off flourishing, year after another year, day after day, again slowly in the corridors in time passes. Perhaps sing tired, so, I had stopped singing, let a tearful notes that the vicissitudes of life will I buried. - signature

Burned a pot of red wine, Nao pour a. Sit-ins in summer time on the balcony, looking up to the sky at midnight the stars, listen to the alarm clock ticking, thinking, memory panoramic scenes.louis vuitton mahina leather

June or may a summer night is so silent. Quiet seems to make people little creepy, occasionally a little wind blowing, charming and clinking, so will feel much better! This time the sounds of the summer that memory is the most beautiful, like the day sun PuBang lit when mosquito-repellent incense make; Summer to sit by the window in calls, that is to listen to cicadas the sounds of nature, such as life's declaration, thus, get rid of the earthly troubles, the heart glad; pour well-hidden Some time call on a few friends to secretly blanket-shaped sheet, until midnight home... Childhood every smiling face always ring in my memory, sometimes one will expect daze smile, no one knew what I was thinking. Time steps in a hurry, we all brought to the growing edge, we who don't have a way to go to predict future various. Maybe, it will bring you a sense of sadness. Perhaps, when you want to find it, but have been unable to find the sight of it. Maybe, this is our growth must go through a journey.

Don't know from what when begin on the habit gradually, all say happy memories from memory, and often painful memories and reality often comes from the gap, but by contrast, more like former half sentence, he likes to write the article, although such sentimental mood is not so. It is with such a sad, just made my whole life idea much a thorough comprehension. It is also for such a sad, just let me for life experience a many unforgettable feelings.

Habit is not like, why can, my habits while also like this beautiful sadness, is destruction or shed, even my own way is not clear. Might such is life, unwittingly, was we are accustomed to. In this world, there's always the too many helpless, and the small but we always naive want to rein in those feelings, in the end, get the what is, is sad or happy.

Look back at the past, along the way, like the memory of life, like the scenes typically presented in sight, that blasted the vulgar ChenYuan tenderness wrapped with me together, in the old days of mist color. Maybe those of the past cloud too thick, pinned the I describe in the paper, then, that should be the splendid flying lightsome, but became my endless melancholy.louis vuitton monogram canvas

The window impinges, silent, the flower falls, no shadow, if the horizon cloud, static wind, if water fish, move with the rain.