Recall, an indifferent to the past is gone

And when, outside the window to chun nuanhua leaves, sunny.

In such a quiet, comfortable afternoon, I have just moved into a new home in the finishing study computer sounded, light you hatred cello song ", with past "melodic music, DaoTeng many years ago have been preserved photos, one through, the mouth cape not consciously classic smile. In those days of the year when, a certain place, through these clear and fuzzy figure, suddenly put memory alive again. The west lake, the lake, the sea side, the feeling of deja vu...... A few books of thick, condenses one and a not connected to a record day, image and time of occasionally meet those, with a kind of be stopped with the form of life.

Maybe someone in a certain age, began to like recalling the past.

For a long time, I like to indulge in the classic lasting appeal of old songs, repeatedly, a note to listen to the music, is also to honor the a fading accidentally years? Who is the true hero of the voyage of life? Is there a song let you forget in heart's pain? Grasp life each minute, with the beloved friend enthusiasm hugs, let really words and happy in your tears, my heart flow... So the familiar melody, in the heart of frames into a warm remembrance, no who will be your heart forever hero, only do his heart in the slave, real life touched by chance.

Life is not to need to many recollections of deliberately memory will can remember that, despite the past forty years, and I quickly before the eyes of dispossessing always a summer evening, country road slow passing one tall old bike. Cycling is young, the father of humor, sitting on a small car beam frame, standing on my sister, to hold the sister legs sat in the left of the frame is the mother. Early summer sunshine on my eyes filled with very happy, as I walked through the entire childhood, then each wisp of seems to have thick, xiafeng liquor.

This is when the grace of the childhood to me, it is like the collection in the brain a painting, but does not fade after years. Is ah, four people, a car, a clear day, white cloud; Wheel sasha vujacic, xiafeng slowly, soft hair gently float. Time can then stopped if I'd give everything.

Miss friend, often is in the drizzle and the flowers, hold a umbrella, a man walking in fog was pleased by the world. Spring rain, like a trickle of letters, and friends letters like friends greetings, because of the floating in the forehead, turn in mind the field between. Like the rain, love the rain. At that time and feel, miss friends actually is a kind of beautiful enjoyment, because all of the lonely now into the realm of the incomparable beauty......

Always thought that, love is the most beautiful feelings in the world. Actually, love can make men wise, also can make the person stupid; Love can make people full of vitality, also can make the person heavy. When the footprints of deep, who is deeply, small rooms, the extended to forever? And who's eyes, ying ying look forward with a soulful, conceived in no waves without ripples through the mind between? Fate, this is a wisp of soft wind, slightly across the years, rise up the river waves how much... Waiting for the shore in feet you, suddenly look back at the deep feeling between.

The music of the past, and now, I began again all the past into all the memories, vaguely, all said words through time and space to a border, slowly and not against the storm to breakdown of the memory of the door, everything is so beautiful!