The obsession of youth
Von bbqfan, 04:55Soundless and stirless autumn comes,wigs hair in the imperceptibly summer as if all of a sudden came to the front of you.
Wake up in the morning, sleepy eyes dim room looked out of the window, some gloomy gloomy sky, the residue of the rhythm of the falling rain, that accompanied the slightly cold wind from blowing out breath of corruption. I'm a little impatient, upper body naked, with his head covered quilt, forced to drill a few bed, said two words, finally give a sigh "how to fall."
I am a stubborn person, I don't like change.
Listen to a song, has been the single cycle, until tired to a change in the.
To use a brand of toothpaste, have persisted for several years.
The family refrigerator beverage absolutely only a -- Coca Cola, and is from the same place to buy. That I go to the store to buy drinks, the boss will not ask me what brand.
I can not accept new things,led exit sign I just kind of obsession, or say that I am a nostalgic, perhaps only in this way, those wonderful memories with our youth gradually blurred, only living in our life a little longer, a little bit longer.
Sometimes, lie on the bed, looked at the white ceiling, fantasy time can in this moment to stop, so quietly lying down, let me finally youth at this moment in time become eternal.
Spring summer autumn winter, the four seasons, this is the natural rule. Bid farewell to the youth, maturity, this is the life of the rules. I don't know what nature has no chance forever young forever, but I know I have no choice.
The autumn when I like to sit by the window, then quietly looking out the window of that a hard dance in the wind of aspen. A persistent upward growth of the branches, like a pair of hands, pale, but strong hands. They desperately waving, deciduous like their tears. It is like the youth farewell.
One day I remember, particularly the wind, poplar around long before the autumn wind off all of its prosperity, but with a different, in which the trunk low-end about one meter place, with a trunk, a piece of yellow leaves in the wind has been reluctant to fall down.
Seeing this, my eyes suddenly bite with tears, as if from the poplar saw the obsession of youth themselves. That stubborn,lace wigs for women that kind of obsession, that kind of sad......
Wake up in the morning, sleepy eyes dim room looked out of the window, some gloomy gloomy sky, the residue of the rhythm of the falling rain, that accompanied the slightly cold wind from blowing out breath of corruption. I'm a little impatient, upper body naked, with his head covered quilt, forced to drill a few bed, said two words, finally give a sigh "how to fall."
I am a stubborn person, I don't like change.
Listen to a song, has been the single cycle, until tired to a change in the.
To use a brand of toothpaste, have persisted for several years.
The family refrigerator beverage absolutely only a -- Coca Cola, and is from the same place to buy. That I go to the store to buy drinks, the boss will not ask me what brand.
I can not accept new things,led exit sign I just kind of obsession, or say that I am a nostalgic, perhaps only in this way, those wonderful memories with our youth gradually blurred, only living in our life a little longer, a little bit longer.
Sometimes, lie on the bed, looked at the white ceiling, fantasy time can in this moment to stop, so quietly lying down, let me finally youth at this moment in time become eternal.
Spring summer autumn winter, the four seasons, this is the natural rule. Bid farewell to the youth, maturity, this is the life of the rules. I don't know what nature has no chance forever young forever, but I know I have no choice.
The autumn when I like to sit by the window, then quietly looking out the window of that a hard dance in the wind of aspen. A persistent upward growth of the branches, like a pair of hands, pale, but strong hands. They desperately waving, deciduous like their tears. It is like the youth farewell.
One day I remember, particularly the wind, poplar around long before the autumn wind off all of its prosperity, but with a different, in which the trunk low-end about one meter place, with a trunk, a piece of yellow leaves in the wind has been reluctant to fall down.
Seeing this, my eyes suddenly bite with tears, as if from the poplar saw the obsession of youth themselves. That stubborn,lace wigs for women that kind of obsession, that kind of sad......
