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Years hurried past, the water quietly deep, heaven and earth leisurely, the past tide and tide fall ...

That year we talked about the girl, and finally in the season of study to become the heroine of our article; That year we folded the paper plane chasing fly out of the window of thousands of paper cranes, no longer appear in the field of vision; that year at the same table you, at the departure station, waiting for away from home, but the head does not return to disappear That year, the grandmother's Penghu Bay, leaving only a string of footprints; that year I and my father on the bamboo mat together count the stars, thinking back the mysterious world outside the universe; that year the flowers have been opened and defeated, the leaves also green and withered, year after year, the past turns.

When the tender hands embrace the spring, the cheerful footsteps are chasing green, the sound of playfulness in the ear, the boulevard is full of white-haired husband and wife together, the sunset scattered all over the floor, even the distant chicken barking dog called also distressed so beautiful a "water out of lotus, natural to carve" mountain village Scroll, Only leave the children to play the innocent laughter, at this time appear to be all superfluous, you just want to stop, hold your breath, let breathing with heartbeat, immersed in the fragrance of the Earth, bathed in the gentle breeze, listen to the pastoral home of the cowboy sent out the bursts of bells, it is how crisp wan ears, I think you are drunk, at least that year I still remember.

Every life is a process, and every process has its meaning. The seeds are in the ground, to absorb nutrients and to sprout. While waiting for it is Shing, the scorching sun, perhaps the best, struggled but still died. But experience is another sense of rebirth, that year you also met, but you are still strong insist, lucky in the hope, effort but let you no regrets.

    Father gave me a loud name called Wu Wenrong, is the hope of sustenance, suggesting that I do a man of indomitable spirit, become a culture of the descendants of the dragon. I know that it is a long way to go, but also to understand that the father made up his mind and was not easy to be justified by name. Not just me, every father in the world wants his good son to have a good blueprint for life, even if you get what your father wants for a short time, maybe you want to see it, and you don't really understand the meaning of life. That year you are still young, you just need to live every day you should have, you want to all the great ambition, life ideals are all thrown aside, will be the fate of the stakes in a "full of paper absurd problem, dripping tears," the ruthless test, saying goes: Ancient Huashan a way! That year, I believe you also passed, harvest has been lost. Some people say: fate for you shuffle, you are responsible for the card. I think: life as a hand, others for you shuffle, others for you licensing, their own responsible for the card. That year I 17 years old, Positive Rushmore, The wheel of the Times will everyone crush on the social stage, a few years after the spring and autumn, has nearly had been, that year I also experienced other people have experienced. And the story is not over, continuous ...

The setting sun is infinitely good, just near dusk. Each stage has every stage of the beautiful, good and bad, in fact, and it is understandable, perhaps you stand under the bridge to see the scenery, and look at the scenery she is on the bridge to see you just. Because of the dusk, it is precious to have the sunset, because with the green leaves, the red flower can be eclectic pressing, because with the drizzle, all things nourish and prosper. We should be grateful to the contemporary, grateful to everyone in the contemporary peace of the silent pay, Thanksgiving around every family and friends, Thanksgiving brings you a Wonderful Life course, Thanksgiving that year you came to this world, Thanksgiving has you ...

That year the past, such as water, this year, new things are still endlessly, next year he will be finished, many things to do in the coming years ....

hurried years, fleeting silence, stealing a half-day leisure

1, through the hustle and bustle of the day, taste alone my dark fragrance.

2, love to Deep is a quiet dream whispers, love to cut is the tears of the scholar. Well, this is the scene of a resident, by the perfect deep-seated beauty.

3, the street, the car bus is not anxious not to slow down the heart and lungs of the small city, go to the next stop a hope of the Covenant. Suburban fields, farmers Uncle bowed waist planting vegetable seedlings, with the breath of human breathing incense field thousand years unchanged mood.

4, the work is still very busy, still can do methodically.

5, long time no blog, although there are no classes recently, but more busy than before! Examinations, textual research, exchanges and so on, like the market, gathered together.

6, trance between, hand to grasp, is full of real warmth. Whether too emotional, instant, and fell into the mire of self-reflection.

7, tonight, and difficult to sleep, walking in the wandering back, so, infatuation is still in, read you deep if the sea, want to hold you in the bosom, feeling in the "Meet love deeper, hate not to meet early, know as many people, eventually not like, Yi home Good." "To see no reason to see, fight the end difficult to spell, if the previous life is not destined, to re-knot, the afterlife is willing!" ”

8, Silence! No period, is the wrong after the touch, but also happy, once met the gaze, but also sad, dream no trace vicissitudes of the fetters.

9, busy is a kind of happiness, let us have no time to experience pain; rushing is a kind of happiness, let us really feel life, exhaustion is a kind of enjoyment, let us no longer empty.

10, busy and pressure so suddenly not to sue, the smooth flow of the rhythm has been cut off, the work of the road level incoming, want to head to go, but there is never unloading the family responsibility of the step forward. Busy, but do not know why and what is to go? Only know that often to the child childish and look forward to the pure face, heart full of guilt--busy as an excuse, owed too many children.

11, the door of the motorcycle buzz, launched the engine carrying the child sitting behind the father's car to catch up with the knowledge of the campus, the baby blinked blink eyes, squint, like to eat what sweet milk nectar

12, life is difficult to realize, life is real. Every day running on the runway of life, hurried up, slow return. Tired of the body and mind, a bit tired.

13, office workers get up skilled brushing their face, and then hurried to work post.

14, life is not stopped, lost and emptiness is more than, confused and sentimental will be difficult to escape, often troubled the mind, Rise and fall.

15, the years rushed, stole a half-day leisure. Oh, always like this feeling!!

16, now the life is full and busy, almost every day in the state of the class spent, did not open the training course I every night life is very rich, but now almost class home to 9 points, back home the whole people are tired, what dinner ah, shopping, watching movies Ah, singing Ah, three mouths to eat a meal ah, and so on , it is not to think, is a very extravagant thing, there is no own a little time.

17, the night to do deep, all quiet.

18, day after day, every day in the incoming shipment, find ways to earn more money. The economic base determines the superstructure. Man will never be contented. In order to live a better life, we must work hard to earn money.

19, have thought about now how comfortable life is, who chengxiang should come to the peremptorily of the rushes and to, call people off guard! In Guangdong I live all day, in the home less but the life of not comfortable, but by Tim a little helpless, so helpless is I can not refuse and avoid.

20, just, reality, total and inner collision. Like the years of the scars of Acacia and sorrow, embedded in the text between. The disguise of the strong and unable to speak the mind, pouring in a first worry song.

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Writing time: August 07, 2016

Writing background: Years old, youth hurried, I caught the tail of Gen Y, but did not seize the pace of time, pen lobby, at will!

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