The dance on the fingertips of the years

The years are just like the sand on the fingertips, the more you grab the faster it passes. The wind is a finger of quicksand.

Youth is years, watching the passage of time, but can not do anything about it. When the fallen flowers turn into

When the flowers turn into mud, everything is so calm. The unrestrained youth is also transformed into a dream, with the wind

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the whole thing. If you look at the years

As a giant that can not be compared, those youth is the beautiful dance on the fingertips of the years.

The dance.

We met unexpectedly and walked into the strange school. The unfamiliar flowerbeds, the

The unfamiliar flowerbeds, the unfamiliar school building, all the unfamiliar things pull the originally calm heart towards the world.

The classroom was close by. The classroom was close at hand, but I didn't move until the figure led me into

I was in the middle of my junior high school life. Thoughts gradually filled the whole classroom, I tried to find the traces of the past

I saw the unfamiliar but familiar faces of those who shared the joy and years in the first year.

I saw the unfamiliar but familiar faces of those who shared the joy and years. I slowly saw the scene of playing on the playground. Until the slant of the

The sunlight condensed into a mirror. I gradually understand that this is a finger of yellow sand, that will eventually blur the wind

The scenery.

The road to the red dust, no longer warm my heart, my eyes squinted into a line, wandering in the distant sky.

The only thing I can see is the lonely song echoing in the sky. Only the sound of lonely songs echoes in the sky. The years of deep

The traces of the years, remember the life. As I entered my second year, my heart could not be at peace.

The feeling of happiness swept over me, wandering in the void. The fiery figure, the smiling

The fiery figures, the smiling faces, the unruly friends, and even the overturned teachers, everywhere overflowed with

happiness. I think of the playfulness of the day, the feeling of running wild on the playground, and the happiness of the three-foot podium.

Thinking of the three-foot podium teaching figure, my heart cried. The dust and smoke are all over the place.

The heart scarred, the rush of the years took away the second year, those people, those things have been condensed in my heart.

The people, those things have been condensed in my heart, let the years come and go, can not be weathered.

The flowers have faded, the time has changed, and what is left to let go? Yesterday's splendid fireworks

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the first year of school.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are doing. Every day, there is nowhere to see the figure of struggle.

The junior year should be boring, but it is the students and teachers who melt everything with vitality and overcome everything with struggle.

The students and teachers melt everything with energy and overcome everything with struggle. I think of my junior classmates and teachers.

I think of my junior classmates and my beloved teachers, and my heart no longer hurts so much but is like the spring of yesteryear.

The day is beautiful and beautiful.

We have cried, we have laughed.

We have cried, we have laughed; we have declined and we have struggled. Many times, looking back on these, the heart

The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers. Flowers fall all over the ground, the moon falls all over the ground, all this is like flowers

Beautiful, but it is like water. We remember the past, but we can't go back to the beginning, looking back

On the other side, the light is still as long.

Each of us should remember our youth, but we can't stay in the past, looking for the

Deep down, the hint of sweetness can not be erased. We lose our youth, for us to

better start. In the future, maybe we will be lonely and confused, don't give up.

The future road is waiting for us, let us fight the sword to the end of the world, to wander the world of prosperity.

Remember, in our youth, the vigor and hard work we had is our

Remember, in our youth, the energy and hard work we had is what kept us from falling into the abyss. Do not believe in failure, do not believe in difficulties, think more

Think of your youthful self in the past.

Once again looking up at the sky, looking at the dazzling stars, the night

The curtain of the night coalesced with the thoughts of the unbridled scattered, the people I used to spend the years with, have been gradually

The people I used to spend the years with have gradually gone, in the quiet years, a light sensor, but by chance found -

The dazzling youth is just like the delicate dance on the fingertips of the years.