Berth the time on the bicycle
One year passed by again, because of carelessness, spring pour into the city, some seeds of emotion of hibernating break ground and grow with spring. The street both sides crowded in rate of traffic flow, the branch embarking on journey multiplies out the vivid green green. In a flash, the green plump eyes of pink willow.
A flower is in bloom, can hear the sound in the whole spring. Chip of the sunshine, cut spring into a petal in a mess of a place. The spring scenery, do not bake the feeling of next time on our mind when not having fully.
Walk on the way home, the sky is azure and charming, some drifting clouds swim across the top of the head slowly, the gentle wind has stroked the cheek for a moment, it is the flowers that another tree of a tree is lush and gorgeous at one's side, open in the green clump of the leaf, is open crazily and gently. Let me can't help holding the heart calmly, breathe the wind and offer as a gift the perfume that falls while passing by.
The light and fragile ring tones is from sounding behind for a moment, I dodge on one's side. One bicycle cross refined leisurely, one youth fashionable boy, one spend charming girl, a beautiful bicycle. This in a moment, annual lies of rosy time intrude upon eye, tunnel to pass through time, let I towards remember, towards walk in the past, remember bright youth and time when loved diligently those with gratitude. Just, bicycle at that time so luxurious, boys and girls of bicycle clear and simple and honest and plain much than men and women before one's eyes at that time.
Came time spring last autumn, the cloud cirrus of affairs of human life was easy.
Flash year in year out, everything has already changed. A lot of things already very getting far in I life, reach even I run and can not bring far; Some things, memory is deep; Some things, but beautiful and incomparable. And I know, the beauty of those things, lie in ever soaking by the past event, lie in the strong sweet-smelling that it gives out.
One, keep time, remember keeping, look at the bicycle going far, begin to miss old times or old friends. Recall annual li of persons and generation precipitating it slowly, page of page one has been translated, distinct and dazzling, only only I and berthing the blot of that period of time on the bicycle, clear and resounding, the gloss of many years' standing flashes. And that has ever born the weight of our youthful years, has witnessed history, follow us to be the bicycle that elders went, have not known yet where to subdue hiding it in this world?
Beautiful and warm at yesterday of memory, stretched out one's hand and touch all sorts of traces that were once gone through, hold it on the palm, still let people long for and does not forget, it is still the clue making people vivid.
That year, we who are restrained and graceful and restrained, became and had in limpid age simply in the blood, the fragrance emotion as pure white as small flower, Yin Yun is in our heart.
Come to this city with the former generation, has known your family. In this city, we stop the errant foot because of this too, have fitted the lower part of the body. Naturally, we two of the dealings of two, become a pair of friends that was innocent playmates too while as a child. I, because of existence of you, because you accompany around me, so I first some of life, full of making warm and pacifying. That is that one kind enters the deep emotion of the human nature foundation warmly, and a kind of mutual infiltration as long as the heaven and earth endure, it is a kind of warmth of incorporating each other's life. And your name is vivid during my years that the trials and hardship accompany forever.
The kindergarten, we finish under the escorting of the adult. The primary school, we pass by hand in hand. Then, we have come into the age to have one's mind filled with the worry slowly. In three years of junior middle school, our time has been carved into and rotated in the bicycle wheel not parked. Go to school, leave school every day, you use the bicycle to carry me, wind the classmates who go with the counterpart, stinging the light fragile ring tones of rising one after another that the bell bell sounds chasing at one's side, we are smiling, singing, making a noise. The feeling at that time is very pure, even air was too limpid to dye the color of dust. Your wide and wide figure, sail of the full wind like the drum of clothing angle floating with the wind, I hover in year at any time. And my look at that time must be pure and agreeable, the long hair float in the wind, wore the long skirt of cotton quality which is interspersing the tiny design of scattered small flowersand plants, sit behind you, like a butterfly, perch in the warm sunshine and thin fragrance of flowers, clean to have plus, do not dye the dust.
In place that bicycle go, in so hard that have track at the Luis of mark, we spend youthful time engraving one's own destiny. That whirling flashing silver mere wheel, that campus withy attentive study and tearful eyes getting green three year, withered 3 times in being vast and hazy in we of both sides under sunlight. By the honest road-side pavilion, force in the narrow side lane, the grass of the bright-coloured sunshine is sharp that those have been soaked, have dipped in the tender tears that we trickled equally too. At one time, we stand so near, are breathing the same air, doing the same thing. When I am sad, you are accompanied at my side, overwrite and care in the eyes, fill with and understand me, thought by me and made warm. Today, mention again, have already become the figure of our extravagant hope. A lot of things fade out memory, among the life, other people pass in and out successively, memory overlaps, fuzzy, have shaken a remote face once in a while. Remember mace only one time that flower turn on, youthful time is that we wind the pain of injury not made forever. And our life, day when it is overflowing that how much glistening light of waves have?
At that time, our young face was permeated with the colorful dream, just, some simple emotion, plant, succeed one bud in the heart in us silently, in day by day get along, this thin bud begins to grow, the same breath of distributing the clear grass. Just, we have not given the other side a chance each other, there is even course of looking at each other hand in hand, disappear in the regret that is never expressed again and again. Time makes everything capital misty with nihility, like the dust, everything will be finished finally. If we are the same, there is love in the heart obviously, but does not speak loving, a section of tender emotions, though love, give up very calmly.
As everything becomes more and more calm, it is happy and sad to filter in time, on the bicycle but those moving pictures are left in the bottom of heart, we, have already grown up in aching. I am in the local love that you can see, get married, get married, roll in the world of mortals, drunk in the flourishing city many times, there are extreme happiness and sadness, but the heart can not find the direction comforted. And you, create one's own harmony steadily and quietly, does not have great sorrow and rejoicing, calm and indifferent to fame or gain, calm.
Perhaps, many years later, everything can walk far, everything will disappear, including those moving pictures. But a certain corner of my heart, that section of time berthing on the bicycle is still beautiful and incomparable, the still vivid warm people of name of you, just, do not go to browse, does not go to touch.  Handmade Jewelry|Hair Brush food life