Red dust Jiahua thousands of sails, stay at ease is the rainbow.
The red dust has touched the teenager's heart several times, hurried for several years, the years have been rolled up a thousand times, the earthly love who is who is the robbery?
Hiding in a certain time, missing an old time like water; Hiding in a corner, missing a person who stands on the way and goes, and makes me worry.
Looking back at the millions of red dust that passed, the youth of the man, in my mind, I was dark and dark, and those years had come, and everything was both familiar and strange. Lingering, untouchable, stirring up the five flavors in the bottom of the heart.
In the red dust where some people walk and some people leave behind, who is the last? We will eventually grow up alone and face the wind, frost, snow and rain of this world alone.
When a person reaches a certain age, he must be that roof, and he can no longer find another place to hide from the rain. In the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow, I learned to be grateful, know how to make trade-offs, and know how to be calm.
All the encounters, after wiping out the youthful frivolity, finally knew how to taste and stop. Those youthful dreams flew away before they had time to pay their respects.
Red Dust, if you are well, it is a sunny day.