How many things make people miss the past, passing the number of clouds, often worry. Vanished at the scene, people leave, sunset, the breeze blowing, fleshed out, those who hide the tears, climb on the face, like licking the bleak autumn, gives a sentimental and difficult to put down smok．.
The moonlight is still hanging in the sky, wandering pedestrians follow footprints, as if she is living a part of, who also can not be her in the lurch. And I went in a rare figure of road, no lights, no laughter, only a litter petals and talk to me, nobody can understand, because it is the arrangement of God, their small cannot be changed , as the fall of the year, Dad leave me suddenly and go to the general, not pre treated, no words, not even a smile, suddenly disappear in my world , no place to find, my God, then there is no color.
In the years of the river, a lonely traveler walking in between heaven and earth, what is not easy. Or like a lonely, lonely city, or as a soya bean Acacia, acacia. How much do not abandon, how many tears, how much care sleepless night after night, only oneself know, the tough timesnu skin hk, bit by bit, it is difficult to forget, who also do not know. Those through tears, laughter in the afternoon, walking in the cherry familiar, since then, also do not belong to their own, like a meteor across the world, it seems, but did not find a trace.
The story has a few years, but in my heart as if it were happening in the last general, a bolt from the blue, let my heart, unprepared, there is no the familiar faces. The autumn of that year, the country had the rain for a long time, has always been a healthy father, walking on the bridge, unexpectedly flash floods, bridges collapsed instantly, father was surging flood ruthless towed away, until rescued, is on the verge of death. I am anxious, but incapable of action, I asked God, God is superior to me in silence. Wind or as casually blowing, before class, I ran to the hospital, father still smiling, I encourage, call me don't worry, everything will be okay, he will watch my talent, winning glory for the home. I have only stood beside him, looking at him scarred, my heart, like the general acupuncture.
Those days, I every day to stay at his father's side, silently waiting for him, don't dare to close my eyes and did not dare to look outside at a glance, for fear that he couldn't see me, will feel lonely, will feel helpless. But, that night, I was careless, keep the father, he has been watching me, not breathing, I feel strange. Shall I go and call the doctor, do not see, I to go to the nurse, until the arrival, father has been away from me, countless people watching my pain, but just silent. I shouted for help, shouting, no help, and dad but nothing happened, so leave me and go, without a word, did not explain, forget the worry for him. So, I am afraid to enter the hospital, see a doctor, because I know, where is, those people, let me not the father, not the father.
Today, the moon or the like, just a little moonlight love their people. Each spring as autumn, and see the flowers gone with the wind, just as a life is lost, how natural and unrestrained and who knows his dismay, his obsession. Each grass as autumn frost, bear, arbitrary withered. All in all, are not likely to attract the injured heart, then the scenery also cannot keep a lonely traveler.
Qingming Festival is, there is always many heartbroken, because relatives of those who care, lonely soul, at this time can get a little comfort, but bitter people alive. Like the stars dance, because some people say that the boundless universe, there is a bright, that is your own lost loved ones, so I often sit in the dark and seek with the brightest stars, each a disappointment, weep alone. Just want to go home, I will sit in front of his father's grave, by moonlight, pick a basket of cherries, and dad talk, talk about my dreams and harvest. My university is very good, grandma health, just some old mother more than before.
The past is past, those people, don't let go, never come back. The edge, then care, his suffering harm others. Life does not stop in the years of changes in the staggered, windy days, you need more strong, more brave. Gently hug past the vicissitudes, tragic in the fleeting time, cut a long time, no regrets; Ying blob indifferently, bitter at mountains given warmth.
Choose the quiet, light to return to, silently listen to, deep insights, whether through many ups and downs, know the day will flowers, butterfly, missing, with tears, desolate. Life, how many tears, have to forget, have stronger, more desolate after stay the pace of time.