Gradually lengthen the shadow of life , but the initial shadow , but a more clear and vivid ;LifeTrivia increasing the range and forgotten , but some things but then the people Ming heart , or even nostalgia .

The initial events of the past not because of nostalgia and makes perfect . Last night, I am " Hear the Wind Sing "literary site blog, see the passage from a famous writer : While you are sweetMarriageStreams in a long stay , but the tough , even bitter first love , still germinating in the heart of hearts , brewing has never been out of the beauty "

This is about wrong. A straight, actually love the wilderness , encountered a stained roses, What a surprise , how does blood surging . At this point, that most homosexuals would be intoxicating , the roses will integrate into the boiling blood , the cornerstone of the moment into love . This wonderful , who refused , who can forget .

Although some things so trivial , then the plain , but often you endless gratitude . For example, although exposure to some elderly reform and opening up today, very plump material culture , life has never been so moist , but always breed a kind of "minor nostalgia . " Mentioned earlier era, would brighten . At that time , people with drinking water , the same kind of a kung , we have come because of the fruit of labor , it seems that there is no disparity between rich and poor . Sunrise and sundown, the days of plain living . Without fear of environmental pollution , there is no struggle between the disturbed , the night did not close the doors , live safely . The mood of this nostalgia is probably also a heart defect , reform and opening today , clean politics , economic development, affluent people and elated to haveDignityOf living ,HappinessIndex has never been this high . Nostalgia is not the kind of so-called side is a kind of public opinion, it is a more perfect time to pursue and call Mody . At least not on the denial of an era .

In the heart of the Harbour , in the hearts of the quiet lane, nostalgia of the total stream flowing in the silent , have never stayed over . I left the northern frontiers of the day already for a long time , however , that Way Station 's Kazamaki the beans large stones , hit in the face raw so that snow night forced march , that , speaking in northern and southern comrades , that a primitive Stations, 24 secondary schools that face a picture of innocence ( to do school counselors two years) Each and personally brought the blue sky balloons , and our own hands the management of that green vegetable , always inadvertently , Will emerge so clearly out in front of me , delight me , let me endless nostalgia .

Of the CitedMissWith the aroma of gardenia dispersed in the air, like you caught a Pina Looking Back , Millennium , if I wake up waiting nightmare . Even if only a short flowering season meet , then let me turn into an undefeated holly , silently with your window , in the Kuji season , gift you a green curtain .
Distance of the city that I dreamed of are living , deep dark night , breathing a cold atmosphere , it is so tightly closed his , imagine you are familiar with from the direction of a slowly approached me , my Therefore, a joyous heart overflowing , I do not know whether you feel this situation has precipitated the full warmth .
I spent the night lilac season has been a long time before the trip , the soul seems to stray , but also flowing into the sunset in the evening, still attached toWait. Jun Jie Netherlands , August cinnamon , everything lookedRomanticAnd true , to forget a dream , but can not forget that fall in my diary in the mimosa 'sTear.
Through the mountains , only to find a white lotus . NumerousTenderEarly morning , full of those knotLonelyVerse , writing and doing my best wishes and longings . I really do not know that the name engraved on the corner , whether in Ying Ying 's luster still visible.
Has been repeated with the seasonsStory, the wind of nostalgia in the years passing day. When I saw the purple light red color of TH showed a deep purple , quietly passed this spring , left me alone in this early summer morning tears . How I would like to turn into a drop of light rain falls from your hand, or pull the trigger you are blue in the window lattice , with you hiding in flower , and to watch rainbow sky rendering .
Flowers , you tread graceful walk , the same dream come . I do not understand everything , you have disappeared Fantasy figure , so I was desolate evening , sway me light yellow sorrow , REN Xiao- moonlight fade the color of the most beautiful , and I only rustling pale watery frozen rainMemory.
Meng Wuya , Heaven knows no boundaries . Faint trace of a ring of old facilities pavilion of clouds , the Red reincarnation to blossom in what way should the light turn gray in the late evening ; a lengthy wait without regret , call the Lake of acute PASSING Tao , Huang Ru warm yesterday tear In memory of a boat passing blur of fleeting time , spread layers of ripple , drift with dust flying around in a dream silenced .
I crossed the mountains , only to find a white lotus . I rose with the dawn you meet . From stranger to acquaintance , from acquaintance to acquaintance, and had all shown signs like as good . But when you're gone , no more review , the wind rolled up my sorrow , with the rainy QingboLonelyTo sway . Wait long into the river , in the faint bell in life and life to broken , and then quietly disappeared into the Yuet Wah .
Watch the day , I sat under the tree, mangrove , silent, waiting for a vague distantHopeWhether the sections in the night approached me .
Watch the day , I was accustomed to quiet watch the sunset , gazing far the group Lan Fang Xiaguang red , fluttering Sasa , I am helpless and any sentimental , the wind light Yang .

I have always thought that company of its own and the text , as if I was really attached to that love exists . But now my pen no longer spread the word that Smart , if I have to give up my attachment ?
Some people say that birds love fish destined tragedy, Tianshui apart ; was destined to regret that Cat and Mouse , because aspiration of days set ; some say doomed love wanderingLonelyBecause the heart is not stable .
Seen too many sentimentalStory，MovingThe lingering sadnessLove, the envy of its " your hand , and I have cried , " the agreement , distressed in their own loneliness .
Total once thought he was numb , but always in someone else's story touched his . Perhaps the reality is bald all of my edges and corners , shattered all myDreamSo I can only prevent vertical himself in the story .
The first fell in love with love, is from " your hand , and I have cried , " the aesthetic , expressed shock at the ancient pure love ; first love is distressed because of Butterfly Lovers , share of poignant love , would the desperate situation , resulting in stories through the ages . Love, this age-old topic of change , spread so far , deduction for a section of awesome heart and soul of love , pregnant with sorrow , a hand has to leave, but not the end section of the mine.
Depends on how different ways of interpreting love to love themBravePursuit of distressed own timidity and loneliness . Not laissez-faire heart sink , because the more we love hurt to know the more weight ; because they know they did not brave ; because we know that is not really believe in love . "Love isForeverDo not say I'm sorry , "but I always see the tears , always hear the Tolerance of Diqi . I painlessly , so ISelectGive up .
I also love love love the lonely , knowing that alone will not make me hurt and will not abandon me .