Treasure your youth.

Summer afternoon, outside the window there is a very white clouds drifting by, as I am at this time of the drift; the sky has a bird in the clear song, as I am happy mood.

　　　　It seems to be a little lonely, but the mood of the moment, I am very happy.

　　　　Plain time, gently from my side quietly slipped away, I did not stay, sometimes, we need some luxury, indulge in such a beautiful moment.

　　　　Yes, this extravagant spending is also a kind of life. Spring to spring, red a few times the cherry, green a few times the banana, and we also want to colorful, we have to be sufficient and full of enjoyment, this life.

　　　　After a rain, the air is fresh, warm, transparent, with such a good time, we spend a little time belonging to us.

　　　　It's hot, it's rich.

　　　　The flowers bloomed one after another, withered and bloomed again. The withered ones are still attached to the branches of the flowers, and the traces of melancholy are like a detailed line in the depths of the heart, densely arranged, and sadly.

　　　　Seeing the clouds outside the window, with a quiet cool, with a distance that seems to be reachable. This is a season of spreading thoughts, even if some of the melancholy, but it is exceptionally warm and sweet.

　　　　These days, thoughts are often replaced by sadness.

　　　　Those warm, cool, bright, dark time away from me is very far, yes, some time, if you do not want to recall, then gently put it down, do not like that even in the flower branches do not want to give up the fallen flowers, always let the heart of the people have pity, heartache.

　　　　Maybe when I look old, my heart is still young, I will treasure the past, the youth treasure, in the deepest part of my heart. Sometimes, my request is very simple, I just want to clutch the love of drinking milk tea think of those who can not come back once, light, clean.

　　　　Like those floating clouds, mysterious, elusive; casual, calm and collected. The clouds look so happy, how good.

　　　　There is a moist earthy flavor in the air, I like this flavor, seems to have some hidden temptation.

　　　　Some of the cold feeling, the fall is coming?

　　　　When the fall comes, in the end is the harvest or loss? I don't know.

　　　　I always think optimistically, I should be happy. When the fall, I will always have some harvest, more or less, I should be happy mood to face.

　　　　After all, the harvest always makes people happy.

　　　　Sky blue days, I miss stay, just like that floating around the clouds. Regardless of where it stays, it will be projected in the heart of the wave of youth.

　　Watery years, rush through, look back, in fact, youth is worth treasuring the days.