The most beautiful thing in life is not to retain time but to retain it. I hope this old photo this old book is my souvenir.
The vicissitudes of things are changing. I fear that as time goes by I will forget the past.
When youth is gone and time goes by we can only live in memory. The past with the wind and the loved ones far away will become our deep-seated memories. Until then memories are the heaven and earth and also the final feelings in the bottom of my heart.
Touch the heart there is always a beautiful smile in the memory; recall the past eyes full of contemplation and quiet beauty; open the corner of the lips the heartbeat like a person's second.
I used to be happy and happy. After a fleeting journey the happy days will never return. Think of walking on the road and we moved the drip eyes will also bring tears. Don't be afraid. Children with dreams are not alone!
Once memory like the sparkling stars in the night always returns to midnight warm and tired body. If time can flow back I wish I could stay in the streets of chasing and playing in childhood.
In the warm sunny afternoon with eyes closed slightly it seems that I see the innocent smiling face of the child and the picture of you chasing me. At that time the sky was blue smiling was sweet and dreams were like blooming flowers.
The corner of youth has stopped for love and shed tears for love. After walking through the world we slowly understand that young people are a journey of joy and sorrow.
In the dead of night the warm past makes a song of the first beauty flickering gently at the fingertips just like the first lover's smile and eyebrows also like the warm flow of mother's embrace.