Dream of morning glory open day, I carefully looked at bud, watching the morning glory bloom slowly. When the sun shines on the morning glory, morning glory gradually withered, my heart also will be to the loss. dream of waking up in the loss, only the memory of that morning glory has long faded life.
teenager, I like flowers,bailey UGG boots, seeds waiting for the arrival of the season, collected the seeds of various flowers,cheap UGG boots, morning glory is one of them. I like the seeds in the garden back room under the eaves, with a small hoe, seeds buried deep mud.
see the seeds germinate the second year, began to grow. I carefully for their Climbing the branches set up. like the day will be observed when the morning glory flower buds open, when it will blossom. attention very carefully, afraid to miss the different care.
time, the most fun thing to do is waiting, waiting for results. every time before school, watching the morning glory thanks. So I went to the number of how many new buds. again and again, but not tired of feeling like this.
every unpleasant experience, waiting for flowers is my own expectations of the most beautiful heart, no matter how on earth people and events to their own grief, regardless of whether they like it or hate life. I always hide the inner world of romantic color, wait Huakaihuaxie. < br> year, morning glory open day, I wake up and see a piece traces the yard,UGG boots cheap, I did not tear, only a deep despair. Perhaps nothing in the eyes of adults. For me, flowers are I always whole world. lost all of the flowers, as life in the dry, the heart seems to have followed the dead.
fist hit when students do not feel pain in the body, and when there is no feeling of hair cut off. only know of forced forgotten your everything, forget everything. Since then, no longer flowering plants, the only dream was cut off, the heart becomes cold.
teenager,UGG shoes, I in a strange city, watching the cows out of climbing walls flower, the heart will be the slightest pain. but in my heart wishes should be pretty short flowering period. collected some seeds, passing the park when it pour on the grass. never looked back, leave it all back.
in the years the river, I do not know what life dream is the accumulation. only know that every new beginning is in despair. cold layers of the heart always be overwritten. Over time the accumulation of hot heart seemed sinking No temperature.
Now, whenever I speak, the garden is always more all sorts of flowers. I was like, like passing, hurried glance, not much joy.
life moved at the beginning, all The total memory in beauty through the incomplete. I think beautiful, but not immune to sadness. Maybe this is life, nothing can be perfect.
remember someone said to me, like something, the more we get the more Well, in despair, when it will be the most cherished. I Renxia the heart of the pain, did not speak to refute.
in my heart, hope to get something, if you can get at that moment, I moved. If I give up, in the eyes, has no meaning.
to my world, everything is moving as long as the original, but I know many people think. do not know the vicissitudes of the heart has long been exhausted, there is no waiting joy, no surprise, only the sadness and exhaustion.
Who said you're not beautiful like a dream of your beauty is no one magic
your beauty heart I know
short life as a lonely or just want to talk it
no one can understand the feelings of
only waiting for the one I do not know the future
inexplicable sadness
it is for you and for your cool you
you love the magic of love
your free
is squarely in the sights of your vanity
understand the human world who < br>
you feel so far seemed to be close
elusive dream last night
Hua Yan enchanting vine pattern like a dream girl
Wait quietly wind
take me away from the Red
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