The years

With the growth of the age, the heart after years of grinding and precipitation, like simple things, such as cotton, light text, more and more understand, in this world the most long lasting love must grow together with the time, the best life, from simple life phase according to follow, those glamorous life not long, also is the eternal warmth.

There are always some touched, such as window of Gardenia fragrance, swaying tree warm. As their relatives the road goes to care eyes, never far away, such as friends that faint companions, limpid watch, all the way to follow, as the lover that takes the truth, remember deeply shallow, is the soul of the dependent. The way of life, to walk a road, is a world, a warm.

This last year, thousands of miles, picking up a road of warm and fragrant, profit grip those shining, to decorate the night cold, not to live up to the flowing in the hearts, let time of the Ivy League, covered with the color of love, even in the desolate corner, is as close to the sun, on the season went from content to blossom fall in mixed warm smile, time, learn to treat and cherish.

There are always some stranded memory, through sorrow and sunny days, such as a thin words, from the thick Yin to pale, and plantain in the rain the night, buried or covered with dust, the brief encounter, is entangled in the palm of the destiny is doomed to be a never ending Zen. The ring was removed, will take you out of sinomenine past, in their turn, write full depicting the thesis, and the soft warmth.

In this world of emotion, too much ups and downs, will eventually be worthy of. Only those who do not strong does not lie in it, in the life long journey, gently beautiful, like the cup of boiled water, though plain dull, but peace and order, is written in the white moonlight very much, with the cream with time, more and more deep, worthy of your life to Wen Rouxiang.