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A kind of color

  1. 2012/08/02(木) 12:08:00|
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A person walking in the street, suddenly shoulder patted, turned to see a happy face, heart very happy, in a strange city encounters a familiar person, is a how amazing things. But, your face transient froze, the original smile disappeared, coldly said, sorry, wrong person.

Originally just a stranger, you go your way, my pace was so hurried. In a place like this, I met an old, even dialect, pulled a few home weather, is also a kind of surprise.

Once we simply believe, everything can be enduring as the universe, so it's careless, that the future is still very long, the opportunity to meet many still, no need to burst into tears, you took me out. A meal, two words, it left a few years emotion. As time flies, life to many people, went to a lot of people, we are also gradually felt numb. Wait to meet again when, you not that you, I am not that I.

Is it right? I had a time machine, can cut through to the ancient times, even through to the young can also. Still beautiful picture, recorded the moment, to say the least advice, now will not have too many regrets. At the same time, also can have a look young himself, did many stupid things, though feel stupid, but for now it is a beautiful memories.

A person's growth is a price to pay, not casually a person from ignorance into a manner extraordinary mature. Once upon a time to know a person, on the podium and talk about their KK, heroes of the past, but asked for his life why is everything is going smoothly. When, he said some outsiders don't know experience. When the University of trash, to a plastic bottle, behind et al for a long time, after graduation to sleep across the road, in order to get help from a man but a few days without sleep. Although he succeeded now, but who can see him behind the pay?

Growth, unspeakable pain. The passage of time, we should choose to forget, forget, forget how could be so simple. Perhaps you are busy life, perhaps you are the dream work, a person, a thing, at a specific time, specific place, will flash in your mind. Sometimes it is not a sad, want to inquire deeply into, but you will not find it, let it have its swing, for, after, mood and improved, life is restored to an original track.

How many dreams become reality, many reality became the dream. Each person's life there are always so many miracles, from birth, we conquer thousands on thousands of people, and received a good education, until now, there is no doubt that he is a winner. The helplessness of life, that can't tell the dream and reality, dreaming of the time believed to be real, real time thinks is a dream.

After several days of confusion, forget the dream of yesterday is true or false, just downstairs bicycle can not find, the neighbor, owe the money back? Life becomes a mess. If one day, you find that it call, get up! The teacher came in. At this time, you wake up, look around familiar eyes, the teacher smiled and walked. Now all is just a dream, you are happy, or sad?

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