The last rose of hidden spring went to the fragrant flowers Yan, leaving only residual red everywhere, the last trace of sunshine in the afternoon to cover up the young face, left face "". In the season in the spring flowers fall
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Strands of rain gently over the flowers, leaves light hickey. Every piece of petals, live a tranquil soul, with silently treasured touched and sadness. Every drop of rain dripped petals are like the flowers and leaves Xichun tears, Yingying flashing; "the first floor residual dream midnight bell, flowers at the end of the March rain." Spring flowers fall, light rain started falling, life is so Meo
In youth we don't just spring flowers in full bloom? Light arms, display poems for love as chic. Every smile is the interpretation of the love for life, dedication to the dream; every drop of glide cheeks tears, is years childish evidence. So, we run in the design world in his poems, songs, singing the song of youth. All this, really let me feel the beauty of life.
But the world is not normally open unbeaten flowers, flowers are doomed to have the flowers; the world is not live forever and never die people
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In the garden of stacked layers of the withered petals of flowers, dancing fulgurite life has stopped. A weary smile stranded on the petals. The evening also leisurely walking, we no longer have to careful truth of the care, not as young as light dance, no more that a poem like handsome. However, we still smile, tired, some helpless, but filled with love of life, for life is not. It was a cold injury face, one in the rain still smiling face. In the face of all this, I strongly feel that life is short.
We cannot live forever and never die, but we can create unlimited better use the limited life; we cannot keep the days of his youth, but we can keep young ambition; we can't hold the flowers of the moment, but, we can cherish the moment
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