Childhood memories

 Time to death and never return, only recollection of past events. Often thinking of flying, the thought of her own childhood. At the time I look can be interesting, and innocent and naive, day and night play all day and do various kinds of game. I remember like most is: Tibetan flower house, fighting sulfur beads, dolls fall, killing the lamb, playing top, push the tractor and so on. but these have vanished in the wind, and now that the kids basically do not play . I was worried that this will be lost folk ah. Maybe I was worrying it!
only two people like recollection of events, one is like nostalgia, a bad person now flies. I was exactly that the unity of two kinds of people.
like to listen to Jian's learned to feel nostalgic .......not interesting, always wanted to look forward to hurry after school, the only way to escape. and now also feel like the past, always want to leave, but she happens link, you can do nothing?
waiting around, another year the ring. This is the day when the head ah?
the past, lost somewhere in time disappears, leaving in their hearts, is the bit of broken-down memory, is rippling in the atmosphere between the cloud the wind , and now is still so.
childhood, we simply smile, a simple dream, simply refuse to grow up paranoid. but still grow up, grow up feeling could be so unbearable. Sometimes I often think, why to grow up? Why drifting? Why should hold the guitar in the fall, high-pitched Sad? do not know how to cherish every moment before it get's so embarrassed today.
school age will not forget, ah, the beauty of it all spilled clean, then they would feel at ease?
tell Indus Yela campus silent, bitter chrysanthemum simple open, and I join them, the history of the mildew smell, it seems to grow old houses, no regrets. only time. His relentless changed my look, and I do not even have to leave not yellowed photos.
Oh!