Look youth

I have put together a seal has long memory, about youth, about once, about the past. It never quietly elegant, never trance, actually a kind of infatuation, lingering sadness. Still as scattering flowers I like the messy mood.

Look back at youth, is already long memory averting deposition. A lot of things, so easily remember. So clear trance rooms, clear as if within easy reach. However, when I ask want to write it down, trudged doesn't know how to start, is my word is poor, or idea, or is not clever stubborn don't want to remember?  herve leger dress on sale

So, a lot of article writing, so are stranded again in your mind. To tell you the truth, that time, I am to say to the full answers about youth, people ask me age, I'm proud to say, 18 years old. I admit, I once so infatuated with youth. That time, I smiled to see everything, sadness, happy, helpless, interesting. Now know, originally, that call optimistic. Even, I do not know what is sad. In 18 years old this year, with the mother's told and 18 red faith, I said goodbye to his hometown round the moon, said goodbye to the mother, the well-meaning reminds the cannot stay not uncover love collective and bag, together with fold into grassland people is plain, into the green camp, from now on.

I started feeling green, the most common is the green uniform, green linen, the green washbasin and YaGang, and the accompanying the march melody green square, all of these are I kind of classic color. In tense and interesting life in the camp, I have crossed that was reluctant to part of the youth in the way a threshold. After ZhengZhiChu army, as in my happiest and librarians, can say troops walked with me throughout the youth of library, the warmth of my journey steps. Often holiday and the usual idle time, I always in the library that a quiet corner, in writing, and find your shadow. That time, although I don't know what is sad.  herve leger dress outlet

I met a novel fantasize about the protagonist, the more hope oneself can compare with them, however, things often is such, the more anxious to get, the more lost. Finally, oneself still ourselves, no similar, no friend. And my youth, but waiting and looking for slipped away, and in the air, the evaporation.

Look back at youth, is stabbing once breached. Once, stubborn just ride the bicycle; Once, only black bag. Once, the manuscript paper. Green without wen head. Once, GongLingZhang, red cap badge, green uniform also complete retained. All those stubborn, all became ever. Those who warm my, hurt me, no matter in what way.

They all left in my once. Linger, nor will they swing. After all my youth, and they related. Windy days, I go to run in the meadow, see the wind messed up my hair. But I always, unbridled laugh. Since then, every time I used to go up at night, look at the stars, many times, saw a shooting star. But, could wishing, it will disappear. Only the moonlight, still bright.