Everything can only be yesterday, not looking back, only yesterday can be left tomorrow. You know, today's you are really living a good life today, not yesterday you have, no matter how many memories, it is better not to cherish, because time can not be grasped.
On the morning of April, walking on the wet soil, there was a leafy tree, which insisted on its mission, fearlessly waiting for the blowing of the spring wind, helplessly waiting, helplessly watching it quietly, but silently.
Qingming flowers blossom and fall, at noon in April, it is also a sunny day, along the way listening to the birds gently moaning, but inexplicably a cloud of melancholy thoughts rose in my heart, I don't know how many times in my dreams, you are clear and recognizable.
I don't know when, the footsteps of spring have quietly come to me, so amiable and respectable, it can tell me some reasons why it will end up leaving for us.
In the spring of Qingming, there is a century-old tree, why are you so fearless and helpless, why are you so fearless and helpless, why are you so lonely and helpless.
Is it you, or me, but we are not young enough to walk across the small bridge for three seasons with an umbrella.