Although you can't immediately change what, maybe all you do will be like dreams submerged in general in the head of life without trace. HaiKuoTianGao, but ultimately no waves without billows; The journey, also have no rain no wind. But have you ever wanted to let the dream in the morning light, and let the dreams quietly sprout WanZhao quietly in blossom?
Neglected first spring green, with the summer night of the first star forget the stars, failed to live up to the first maple leaf, late autumn winter to ignore the first snow, but can't put down a parents expect and heavy backpack.
Walk in the most beautiful season in life, small but filled the sad heart: growth mean injured and endurance? Look at you at the age of 19 eyes, I remember also has the angel pure poet Emily dickinson eyes of two poem: "we have a dark to endure/we have a dawn." Yes, the night need patience, but dawn will come, she is like the poem about growth metaphor: growing up is a with the joy of pain.
And get the joy is to the effort, sometimes even painful price. I often think of Anderson's in the middle of the night that the sadness of beautiful mermaid, the next to a loved one was eventually become a beautiful bubbles of the little mermaid. Think up her beautiful long hair, want to her persistent and kindness, she always can let me in the middle of the night and see the dawn, let me restless heart to relax. How much I touched, good things will go all out to fight for.
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