Time is safe, time stays sweet

In the youth, we sing as beautiful as spring songs, we will sing friendship, will love the Brahma sing, recitation of feelings, will dream singing. Youth, is a wonderful musical staff, every note, like a telephone pole on the birds, twittering, lively jubilation. Youth, is the most spiritual rhythm, is the most beautiful song, is the most exciting song of life, is the most full of pictorial sense of life song.

We believe that the youth of those people and things, and our life, life formed an indissoluble bond. For the edge, we sometimes too persistent, previously owned fate, we will cherish. However, when the fate is over, we will silently shed tears, regret, pain. So, often tangled fate to come and go, often sigh the passing of fate, often feel the perfection of fate, often sad the end of fate to bring us pain.

In fact, can not be too concerned; In fact, can not be too sad; In fact, can not be too reluctant. Instead of clinging to the lost friendship, it is better to take it as a valuable wealth of life, gently placed on the lintel of time; Instead of clinging to the lost first love, it is better to take it as a beautiful scenery of life, quietly placed in a corner of the heart, occasionally aftertaste a turn; Instead of clinging to fate, it is better to take the lost fate as a kind of treasure.

Every season, let us smile to cope with the lost edge; Every time, let us calmly cope with the lost edge; Every inch of time, let us cherish the edge of the moment; Each future, let us create their own new edge. In life, nothing is more difficult to let go than the past; No more than stubbornly miss more painful; Nothing is more sentimental than a sigh that can't stop. In the past, we don't have to be too bitter; Gone, we don't have to give themselves pressure; To live better than ourselves, we don't have to let someone else's happiness obscure our own potential to create happiness.

Youth, we indomitable, cut through the thorns, when youth has passed, to the summer of life, to the peak of the years sprint at the same time, don't forget, the youth this picture gently rolled up, placed in the corner of life; Don't forget to say to yourself and your companions: Time is fine, time is sweet. The flowers of spring will fade away, but the memory is not easily forgotten. Leave a fragrance in the time, leave a love to yourself, write blessings in the depths of time, I hope we will not miss the edge of the faint fragrance.

Time, left to us, is the time to wake up from sadness; Time, leave us, from the memory of the opportunity to know how to cherish; Time, leave us, is to cherish happiness, know happiness, create happiness time. Time is safe, time stays sweet. Each edge of the meeting, is to better meet the next section of the edge; The end of each section of the edge, is to let the common memories plus a "time intact, the present world stable" blessing; The next edge of the meeting, is to let each other have a comfortable and happy, in order to leave this period of time intoxicating fragrance

You come to this world is a kind of fate, you and blue sky green land, clear water and green mountains is a kind of fate, you and white cloud grass soil spray adjacent is a kind of fate, you and a person accompanied is also a kind of fate, perhaps like the rocks across the sea, only have a cape far away acacia and blessing; Perhaps such as the rain playing duckweed, only have a brief and accidental gathering, and then only separation; Perhaps such as the ivy on the tree, lingering long with life, no matter what, life on the road every rough, every scenery, you have to deal with a light mood.