Listen to the rain, rustling the leaves, a clump of raindrops come, was a breeze, bits and pieces, a piece of extremely elegant and valuable. Another rainy season comes, I do not know what to do, along the way, seventeen years of age! The fog of squandering youth, there are always people who deserves your care, "looking back, that smile, enchanting smiles" collapsed destroyed the city. Youth is the feeling of her lovely eyes. But one day, all this does not exist, it is like a broken line kite, have never been heard of since, nowhere to search... But what is love? People in love are always looking for hard to find. Love can be "month Liushao head, after the date" the poetic romance, love can be "my end is no regrets, endless yearning for pining away"; love can be "searching for its 1000100 degreeses, suddenly look back, that person but in the lights dim" suddenly awakened. But the most touching and the pursuit of the "hold your hand, accompany the life together"! Youth years, there are mistakes, there are also missed, there is laughter, there are tears. And she will meet at the wrong time, not too late to start, but can not start at all. So, at that moment, without looking back, did not stay. Silence pass by, that moment fixed in each other"s heart, only memories left behind melancholy. Youth is always so short, as the year the wind generally disappeared in June. Some people who pass by the end become the scenery, melancholy if lost, always feel lost what, how also can not find. In fact, you are still you, just grow up, will understand the heart of yesterday is the life of the necessary. Of course, understand this, you will be calm, even in the face of a subsequent emotion.The universe is eternal! Life or pain or sadness or frustration or lonely or lonely, but with a long history is so small? Fortunately, it is not easy to come to the world, why to go on a trip? "Tan": Heaven and earth have raegan million points, the body no more, life only then years, today the most easily, lucky enough to live there, I do not know the life of music. Only in this way will do: I watch the unmoved either by gain or loss, blossom; fate not, with the diffuse outer yunjuanyunshu! After the rain, I will pick up the pieces of petals, will be a collection of the world! Because it records my youth, until the sunset, I will spread a twilight!
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