Time like sand

Time marches on sand, only through your fingers. A day of slide, piles. Through the years gap, looking back, looked faintly visible presence, NiaoRao hongxia, rolled. The mountain peaks, green jade bird huan to sound.

I cannot see the residual you hatred of the west; Hear news of the crane crime moan. See that pieces of yellow leaves, like a butterfly, mountain forest, feeling aimless dance to change. Thick buried the winter cold; Buried the autumn away sad.

3 the life, will this golden memories of woods, translate for star. Set in the far eastern, flashing my ordinary and happy time. Whenever the lonely night comes, I will looked up at the sky, counting those in my life to every single brilliant bright star. Because they recording my life, bright the ups and downs of my life. They in the darkness with I rejoice with my sorrow. Together with experience pursuit, is happy and harmonious!

Fireflies fly, time like sand. Young life be life experiences of mature and open-minded.

In the years ahead, in quicksand FangHua gradually die day, I learn to calmly with everything. I learn to like that one snow lotus, the proud snow warm smile open; I learn to like the autumn light chrysanthemum flowers, in the fall season, while sitting in the epicenter, laugh at the end of years vicissitudes view; Static reward, and the lower sunsets sunset. I learn whether the wind assault rain erosion, extremely hot or cold weather, I will try my best to the frost white day apply colours to a drawing. With the colors of the life deck, deck of the future life scenery!

Time like sand. Such as sand in the passing of time, a stack in my memory river, filled with my life. Turbulent river carrying years sand blown by wind; Carrying the pains of life, loaded with songs ding-dong forward. The nicety of life such as the bouncing the melody, the ups and downs, pure and sweet music echoes of life I love. My life so become no longer goes numerous and lack.

The day of sound and color, such as through quicksand. Sweet memories make me forget the autumn wind rustling; Forget the dead branches of * *. Buried deep in the heart bottom of that desire, carrying the ground always, silently with the power of the savings upward. Waiting for the spring that cry; Wait for from the heart of that brilliant......

You by, as night fell, yuet for washing. I listened to the sound of Warsaw through, let fly thoughts...

In one thousand, the barrier across which I picked up the dream, dip in the moonlight pressed the drape of years. The distance, a breeze stroke, the stroke rang the strings of dusty, empty spirit, the jingmei music, cut the stillness of night, full of tender feelings, like water, the ripples spread heart going on...... A mind at ease, calm. All sadness, vanish in calm water state of mind in...

Time like sand, moonlight diffused. Not a soul the guilty. The nightingale began to use the euphemistic song, comfort those who stray mind, * * are forgotten the pain. She wanted to use gently beautiful song sensei dormant and soul; Wake up those left out the truth!

Time like sand, moonlight such as China. As China as the human world of moonlight polyester desolate, and also make such as sand years uh guano yi yi, spotlessly white. The depths of the time, the soul of the awakening, like the moons. A quiet, gentle, * * common, in the long long night of his life, silently, and the glory of the dispersion...... Silently to people confided regretless life......

Time like sand. The quick BaiJu stepped over the pingsha, fall, splashing hoof to living the flowers blossoming, clean, mo xiang in the long hold. This thick calligraphy scent, the frost white years infiltration, more make the life of the quiet and beautiful, yuet pleasant.

And look at the yuet silver, and in the years ZhaoYing fai quicksand, the phantom dance, the wind chill.

I liked this much, rolled up deep and remote shade, overlooking the fence. Empty old trees, the pine is still green, HuaTuan still jin cluster. Curl smoke, the Vatican in sound pleasant, roses. By the time the carved life more, the desire to break YiChuChu mt, finally ushered in the life spring......

Heart, a brilliant!!!!!

Life, a piece of clean China!!!!!

Years, like quicksand......