There are always some unforgettable in life, there are always some unforgettable, reluctant to part. Or lost in a ferry, or disappear in a platform, or a page in fuzzy books. Then one years of baptism, storage, binding books, forgotten forest scenery, emerge in an endless stream of memory, dark windows. When once again the light button, suddenly remembered that summer's story, or Winter Sonata, light twist time, opened the memories of the past, open sail.

Memories are missing the sails, driving out the four corners of the world, from all sides, complicated and difficult to deal with, the best first day. Beautiful scenery, one by one, I'm on the bridge of the head, in the beautiful rainbow bridge, crossed, the memories of the river will decorate. Perhaps a piece of flowers sweet, or a wisp of light smoke, will be drunk during warm.

Life because of the missing, and abundant time, colorful life, because of the memories, and know how to cherish and love, then twist as ink, put the story of the past one laundry in the paper, although the book to use square hate less, or carefully recorded, let the memories of traveling thousands of miles.

The memory is always beautiful, depicting the scene still remember, the firewood pile, field, playing shuttlecock, rubber in knots, hide and seek...... It seems like yesterday; it's like an ancient story. It's just a cup of tea, a chat, a gossip after dinner. Good miss, then the sky is pure blue, the air is moist and clear fragrance, we are pure, everything is simple, honest and gentle......

But the reality is skinny, old time, even a rugged, clear mind, it is only the renovation of the old version. Never wake up, is unhappy evening alone, although the temperature is not more than, the story is far away, the trials of a long journey affectionate, eventually drowned in scattered scenes; eventually disappeared in the turbulent tide; deep in the thick of memory in the lexicon.

Looking at the passing sun and the moon, looking back, thinking of today's stable, quiet years. Think with the past time, talk, chat, memories of a ferry, thoughts, moon read once again set sail to it, read it many, leaving a letter to the old time, leaving a trail to old age, not only will not forget. Lost.

Never abandon, remember, do not sorrow, do not complain, to drive thoughts. In the first time, in the shadow, hold a wisp of hair. At the heart, the trivial detail of the past, as the gradient around the finger, a little bit a little bit to calm, clear, shallow for meditation, smile, I wish once the story or shuiyunjian, or initial memory, we are still years in the simple child.

Let the heart with the wind, the wind with the idea, random slow going, do a cool grass flower, spring green hillside field; summer dyed the red maple countless The scenery is like a picture.; Acacia Jin; winter snow falling plum in the stone. With the seasons, go slowly, gently back, go, go, calmly, the memory is still good. Let the memory of the wind free, floating heart of innocence, sails raised, carrying thoughts to voyage!