The flowing years

Before - before I was a fickle person, now am a floating person I do not know if I count on a person who likes to write, before school, write to write notes, but never take out to share with others, are some of their own experience, others a writing essay are headache worried to death, I am occasionally I. Often think about a lot of things, a lot of experience, and a lot of unrealistic ideas, I found that I have been thinking, forgetting all, forgetting the effort, forgetting reality and life, on living in a thoughtful imagination, can not be extricated.

Then many years passed, and until now, I found that I have nothing, probably the most fundamental one reason is laziness, lazy action, lazy effort, gradually as the years wasted, I found that everything is too late. The people who once cared most, the angriest things, with the passage of time and far away, I am now really a daily laundry and cooking with the children of the housewife.

Today, I stayed home alone, home is also my office, I have another mother-in-law's home, where there are children and mother-in-law, and my husband has been working in the field so the daily repetition of a single life. When packing up the sofa I inadvertently saw the beautiful bamboo-made small satchel, that was given to me, I gave my daughter, but unfortunately, she is still young, and does not know how to cherish it, long ago she had been pressed to the four sides of the open glue, I picked up, really can not be used, then only to throw away, I even thought in my mind to last so long before it broke, the quality is quite good and then thought, maybe I intentionally or unintentionally deliberately protect it. I can't help but think of the youth of that time, a friend to buy, when walking together in the park, he ran straight over to buy me a bag, I followed closely, he said you choose a style, I was very carefully selected to choose, and finally chose a butterfly style, 12 yuan, I remember very clearly, when the sale of the bag must be changedd, I happen to have two dollars here, he took 10 yuan, so carried Later take back has been put, put, moved several times, also did not lose, so follow me, it was 2010, a May Day holiday, I went over there to find friends, by the way, to see this he.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're getting into. Another friend called and kept urging, I had to leave in a hurry, that section of the road is easy, simple, I did not expect to be the first and became the last time to go there, I was very sad, but also very nostalgic, that simple and easy taste. After many years, I surprisingly did not forget, occasionally passed there a few times, but also passed, people may no longer be there. I threw away that bag, I laughed like a dream, feeling ridiculous, but also feel that the dream is awake, it is time to throw it away.

I feel sorry for the delay in grasping and refusing to forget, I don't know why I sometimes admire psychiatrists, they are so great to help others come out of the gloom, I find it difficult to come out alone, it is difficult, the spontaneity and naturalness of the time, without the slightest hesitation, and so on after many years, only to find that there is a sense of guilt has been with me, if I can meet, I would like to say sorry to my face. I don't know if I dare to face the face today.

The people and the people's friendship, each point in time is different, then the enthusiasm, just then, time wandering, buried enthusiasm, leaving memories, was slowly rinsed clean, just like the rain today, just started to rain, more and more big more and more control, we hold up the umbrella, block themselves, hide, and rain, and never see again, and so on after the rain, look up, look at the blinding The sun, found through a rain wash, everything began to shine up, began their new life.

Sometimes we always hold on to the past and refuse to let go, probably because now life is not good, nostalgic for the past, from which to find some sweet, smile, or touch, although not when the tears, think about it feels a little relief, but I think this is not good because think only temporary, do is the reality of the permanent existence.

The dream woke up the feeling of falling too hard, may not have been so much good, but at least now I am mature, I shed the impetuous and helpless youthful veneer, I became silent, become always imagining, changing themselves, trying to become someone else in the eyes of others. The rain stopped, the day dawned, and the sun behind the clouds, I hope you can warm everyone who has broken their hearts, warm our hearts with silent blessings, warm our love, so that we are stronger, more courageous, and stride towards the distance and the future. One summer morning on a rainy day