In the illusory life, the years, the original is the biggest thief after seducing our beauty, we still maintain a beautiful and lovely mood, the best direction is to have a lifetime of love.
In the middle of our life mileage, every leap is missed, and every time we look back, there will be reluctance in our hearts. There have been stories, some plots, at least you don't want to miss in your life, and there have been times when the pain of the bone is just a feeling, a heartache that cannot be told. Time wanders in our lives like this, in this sour, sweet and bitter desert, those memorable fragments have been cherished by our hearts, and the plots that are written in life are deeply burned into our hearts, and there have never been half a ripple, nor have there been half a wave.
Some people say that we go to work in the journey of life, just like everything we do inadvertently, suddenly feel very fortunate. However, at this moment, I am on the track of life, we have met the people we want to meet, so I am specially grateful for the scenery of this road.
Sister Dong and I met a Qingyuan aunt on the road, dressed in her elegant body and faint cheeks. Walking into my aunt's house, it was nearly half a hundred years old, and the frown, a deep shrinkage in the large wardrobe, dripped down behind her like a wave.