Through the summer, autumn, with a hint of cool, more and more close from me. Early in the morning, lounging in front of the window, look out, the distance that piece of ink color of the sky; the wind, the most beautiful greetings to those who have in the past, fold in the emotional touch the horizon flat kids online shopping.

The early autumn the gentle breeze, should a few sound sad weak sigh, blowing broken hearted, included the quiet beauty of autumn lonely. Day, soundless and stirless, but empathy, thin cool one's mind. With the time being at a loss what to do, revealing that give chapter and verse for myself, really walk in the life of this tortuous trail will be sad, melancholy day walk into their own happiness. A stampede of hope sunshine, don't like the color, through the wind will not cry, falling Chunni, deserted, greet the dawn.

The heart, feel the autumn wind temperature, follow those lost in under the maple tree is the time of the footprint, read that can never forget is the youth you. Those who grow up, those wounds, those who hurt, those laughters and tears, with non-stop ring, the horse in my youth the hours before, stained all over my sorrow.

The noise without Ning Hugh, the calendar on the wall and doubled, live what, still the old appearance, groundless talk in mixing with the point of the passions. The people around for one group after another, bosom lover stay several; always with a blind courage, swim, stop and go, go again; those of the old memories is not far away, a new past began to slowly precipitation. A cool day, homely fare, the popularity of cold, from I have long, already with the years of dust from the in memory fade, perhaps some people will say I don't read the former friendship, cruel; some people may say that I am courageous, let go of discrete. It's like days, taste sometimes thick, sometimes thin; sometimes the tide, and be in smooth water; do a free holding flowers, want to open the season in which, efforts to absorb sunlight, live in hope, those who forgot should forget, give up the shouldn't insist, live our life clear day.

Life is like an examination paper, everywhere is doubtful, road is a problem, there is no uniform standard answer Kam Hing Lung, no one is always the ever victorious army, can finals every time. Life, only hurt acme understanding is the years the deepest perception, only strong enough to carry all before one is the life of the most exquisite beauty. Life is like a skilled art division, a person for a long time, in order to survive, to live the material m Bu reversed black and white, in order to day melon pots and pans rush, gave up the pursuit of. Life, let a originally elegant and noble people instantly become bloated and vulgar, keep going by painstaking effort to be reduced to fragments of a family, every day with the neighbors home in short, far apart from each other, gradually and beautiful draw further apart, forget their own initial. Time will let the plain truth becomes carefully conceal mentioning, in hindsight, the year of the monkey has become long, but people have feel lost, those indescribable pain fragment selectively forgotten, remove the life of those negative tired, be myself.