Years of quiet good, not old fleeting

Neither overbearing nor quiet walk through time, time again is the year of Children's Day. Have been the last really remember very much about this festival is when the total of the not too close, perhaps the primary thing. I just felt intuitively seemed still remained close to this holiday Ruoyouruowu. Just do not know when someday, I will forget this holiday, just like an ordinary day.

Fortunately, at least we hermes birbin bags 25cm orange 6068 gold 37 now remember, this is the festival we have, but also dug out from the mess once the memory of the joy of those sporadic: when our innocence, our innocence, we cry for those who simply have a thorough or laugh. Years goes by, time has left us already, or shallow or deep imprint. Looking back, they have not, but is a young heart to touch it against the background of the flowers under the innocent smile.

A child Oh, that is how some of the carefree days of it. Vaguely remember when this stuff before, the school will always organize some students to practice musical instruments, and what the Garden, this really is the most exciting time. I used a blow the horn, then Oh, we walk in the front, as well as hammer drums, hammering snare drum, the drum of our time is the operator of the heavy, but still tender with a pair of hands, sway TV drama a little bit excited about the young, over and over again repeated, patiently. At the time we are, proud like a returning victorious army, to accept everyone's welcome. Think really a wonderful wander. A group of youth with the passion to play the innocent ones, that is how one of the Teana Oh.

Children, seems like louis vuitton damier azur canvas a distant term. At the time we can get two with two cents with the popsicle, one with a heavy share of the joy of eating when it is resolved to not buy now. At that time, uh, two glass marbles, is our joy of countless carefree afternoon.

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In particular I remember, back then dash gaga because mac cosmetics outlets I was eager to grow up quickly, as if everyone's childhood neighbor you must be a big a big brother two years older, and Kazakhstan, he was bullied all the time you grab your good things, even those who instigated the partners and you do not play, then, you always think of that day, you grow up, punch him and wanted to really ridiculously naive, but now really want to grow up, but is not willing to so many of those naive, those glass balls, those popsicles ... ... these things might really pick does not come. So, then a period of time, we can not help but go back, thinking about those childhood friend.

Now, sixteen years later, we are also bearish on a lot of those melted candy bar, those who spread the colorful balloons in the blue sky and white clouds that fly the big kite Lao Gao Lao Gao ... ... even though from time to time into our dreams , we are no longer so sad, at least, uh, we had so innocent, some things time can not take it, like the chest then a pools that twinkle.

Goodbye to a child, ignorant of me, and now the dream has matured. The wind reading, class clock, time to go quietly. Fresh dream, ripe, crisp sunset, so that silhouette mottled, quietly outside the old walls of the old enclosed the outline of the future.

Years of quiet good, not old fleeting, time is not up to us to make it the natural stop in a moment. We can do, but is quietly living well beyond every day. Then, leisure time, weigh the chest and the memory of those innocent, warm, warm heart.

Finally, I wish those great friends, the children happy Children's Day. Not old with a heart to pursue the dream of life Mo flowers.