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To the friendship that we have lost

Free days, total love memories of the past little bit, recalls misty eyes, recalls crying. Some things have become blurred, incomplete, in the memory of you, but in my heart. Although many years have passed, but can not let go, you will not be able to take over a. We Freemasonry those days, you can call it once in now. My dear, remember? You asked me many times can not be brave, can not be not sad. But you have not thought about this world is too dirty, what do I take to the weak? That year, you go off in a huff, put me, never intervene a sentence. That you said at that time the different real meaning. Dear, perhaps in your diary did not write to me, and I always will write you a heavy fine, until the paper cut. Years of quiet good, I will be careful to bury you, will you slowly fade from memory, and then pass, so calmly, because forgetting is a lovely thief. When summer cicadas appeared again, please pay tribute to our ever.

致我們失去的友情

空閑下來(lái)的日子，總喜歡回憶著過(guò)去的點(diǎn)點(diǎn)滴滴，回憶到淚眼朦朧，回憶到失聲痛哭。有些事情早已在記憶中變得模糊不清、殘缺不全，而你，卻讓我銘記于心。盡管多年過(guò)去了，卻也無(wú)法釋懷，無(wú)法將你一筆帶過(guò)。那些我們彼此惺惺相惜的日子，在現(xiàn)在你卻把它叫做曾經(jīng)。親愛(ài)的，還記得嗎?你多次問(wèn)我可不可以不勇敢，可不可以不憂傷。但是，你有沒(méi)有想過(guò)這世界太骯臟，我拿什么去軟弱?那年，你拂袖而去，放我一人，從未過(guò)問(wèn)一句。才發(fā)現(xiàn)，你那時(shí)說(shuō)的道不同不相為謀的真正蘊(yùn)義。親愛(ài)的，或許在你的日志里不曾提筆寫過(guò)我，而我卻總是將你重重細(xì)寫，直到紙張劃破。歲月靜好，我會(huì)將你小心埋藏，將你慢慢淡忘，直到再次擦肩而過(guò)時(shí)，那么從容，因?yàn)檫z忘是個(gè)可愛(ài)的小偷。當(dāng)夏天的蟬聲又出現(xiàn)時(shí)，請(qǐng)悼念我們的曾經(jīng)。

(2)

So Young

Youth is a journey of adventure. On the road, there will be lost, there will be cruel, but in the end, the harvest is another beautiful. Lost in the dark as the ship, in the face of the fear of the dark, the difficulties, eventually embrace the light.

The day suddenly remembered "to the youth", up and saw it again. See the heart of five miscellaneous Chen, can not tell, can not put down.

The end of the film, Faye Wong's sad songs sounded ethereal, seems to be in the feeling of youth, youth. As a cup of tea, but lead a person to endless aftertastes.

Dusty entrance door inadvertently, suddenly collapse, countless colorful picture emerge to the front. Tears wet all of this... I just found out, this is not my youth?

Those familiar faces, familiar with the sound, countless times in the dream, my youth, shaking, smiling, in the left. Hold a dead, leaving countless lament. Once upon a time, we hand in hand, walked slowly, the sunset down, we are still young green lantern.May the youth always stay, remember forever beautiful.

致青春

　　青春就是一場(chǎng)冒險(xiǎn)之旅。旅途中，會(huì)有迷茫，會(huì)有殘酷，但到最后，收獲的是另一個(gè)美好的自己。就像黑暗中迷失方向的航船，在面對(duì)黑暗的恐懼時(shí)，迎難而上，最終擁抱光明。

　　那天突然想起《致青春》，起來(lái)又看了一遍。看得心里五味雜陳，說(shuō)不清，放不下。

電影結(jié)束，王菲那空靈悲傷的歌聲響起時(shí)，似乎是在感慨青春，訴說(shuō)青春。如同一杯清茶，但卻回味無(wú)窮。

塵封的大門在不經(jīng)意間，忽然倒下，無(wú)數(shù)五光十色的畫(huà)面涌現(xiàn)至眼前，淚水打濕了這一切……我才發(fā)現(xiàn)，這不就是我的青春?jiǎn)幔?/p>

那些熟悉的面容，熟悉的聲音，無(wú)數(shù)次地出現(xiàn)在夢(mèng)里，我的青春，在搖晃，在微笑，在離去。抓不住的是一抹逝去，而留下的是無(wú)數(shù)哀嘆。曾何幾時(shí)，我們拉著手，慢慢走著，夕陽(yáng)的余暉灑下，照映著年少青澀的我們。

　　愿青春永遠(yuǎn)停留，回憶永遠(yuǎn)美好。

(3)

To their own

The more people grow up, the more lonely. This sentence to oneself. The road is walking, the scenery is changing, the friend is changing, oneself is changing. From the unfamiliar to the familiar, and then leave. Am I destined to be forgotten?

Day by day, but what I got? Those who love me, accompany me laugh, cry with people who have not in the side, I love the people have left. What have I got?

When I have a day to choose to leave, who will think of me?

致自己

人越長(zhǎng)大越孤單。這句話寫給自己。路在走，風(fēng)景在變，朋友在變，自己在變。由陌生到熟悉，然后離去。是否我注定被遺忘?

　　日子一天一天地過(guò)，可我得到了什么？那些愛(ài)我的人，陪我一起笑，一起哭的人已不在身邊，我愛(ài)的人也已經(jīng)離開(kāi)。我究竟得到了什么？

　　當(dāng)我有一天選擇離開(kāi)時(shí)，誰(shuí)還會(huì)想起我？

These experiences have taught me a lot of life.Because of this, the road of my life is not the same as others. Thank fate, thank you.

這些經(jīng)歷教會(huì)了我許多人生道理。正因如此，我的人生之路才有了和別人不一樣的精彩。感謝命運(yùn)，感謝自己。

Man's life is like a leaf.No two leaves are the same, each piece of leaf has fall to their stems, drop lines, and every piece of leaf has its own unique travel, travel to the end of the remaining only gone with the wind endless bleak.

人的一生就像樹(shù)葉。 沒(méi)有兩片樹(shù)葉是相同的，每一片樹(shù)葉都有自己的莖落、紋落，而每一片樹(shù)葉都有自己獨(dú)特的旅行，旅行到了盡頭，剩下的只有隨風(fēng)逝去的無(wú)盡的蕭瑟。

July 5, 2016

2016.7.5