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Don't know since when, like listening to classical nostalgic oldies and writing text, mould of movies, take pictures of the black and white, like the peace and quiet mountains, like miserable mixed soil, fragrant smell of flowers and plants, like through the blue blue sky, like flying thousands of snow lonely winter. Occasionally turn out the old old photos, seek a calm in nostalgia.

Time, so in a hurry in my youth time in silent slip, leave no trace of a, but in my heart planted ten million method, once the recall, nuskin hk is pain, and even pain to the heart.

Stop to look back, I left the so-called paradise university has nearly a year, this year, I was in a busy work, and through the neon erosion of the metropolis wuhan may be said to be in survival. This year, I met a lot of people, they at the beginning of my childish nest after give me a lot of help and encouragement. This year, I see the gap between school and society, the understanding of "the heart changes in temperature" four words, feel the power of the persistence and belief. This year, I also had silently cry, secretly quipped, naked been hit. But this year I learned too much, too much, also mature too much, perhaps these are some of the pain as the price!

However, the more pain, the more love thought, the more desire, the more easy to aggravate the pain. Scattered like those in the past time, and left stranded in memory, so happy, happy like a sugar, now again aftertaste, feel sweet to sad.

Remember, once upon a time, we discuss the respective dream. Some people said, to be an entrepreneur in the future, be my own boss. Someone says, want to earn 10 million in 10 years. Some people say that take an examination of civil service in the future, the state jobs. Others say, want to be a respected good teacher in the future, because like with the children. Of course there are also some people said the silence, don't know is they think of discussing these topics still without a clear dream and meaningless. I remember I was dream is to be an artist, can involve performance, creation and the author.

Sometimes have self-mockery, oneself have what skill? Take what to save those on the edge of the broken dream? But what really think about it, we should also respect each dream, because after all he had to fight for a try. Maybe in the end you give up, maybe it was devastated by the ruthless, but it is also what has left you, isn't it?

Now of I, still have a dream, five years let oneself become a boss, have their own company, have a stable income, to be able to start a family, can let the family to live a good life. I still respect and adhere to this dream, because someone told me, believe in the power of believe!

Youth, can have many dreams, but not without a dream. Maybe your dream changed in a moment, but at least there is another dream, let your heart be placed. Maybe they also changed the original dream, but I'm sure they also have another dream.

Contact with a lot of different people, after a lot of real world experience, will miss those innocent years once. Although it was ignorant ignorance is simple, but there will always be so subtle move in those years, live in today's inside of the heart.

Remember at that time, will silently stood on the railing beside looking at their has a crush on someone downstairs to walk far, disappeared in the stream of people. Remember that time rolled up the books when mike sing loudly together kakui "glory days"; Do you remember the time in class secretly to play the school banned items of mobile phone, into space and two minutes at a time of network can wait patiently; Remember at that time, all kinds of cultural activities of various hi, for the obsession I have had my own those brilliant, remember that time is... Remember that much, a bit, because memories don't only lonely.

There are a lot of old friends feel now than in the past I matured a lot, and mature quickly. Not only are they, had ever met a lot of excellent entrepreneur, when he talked with them, several entrepreneurs ask about my age, when I talk about their age, let them feel shocked and all say I now seem to be very mature, both from the dress and talk from public relations, is like a mature man. May be they good praise and encouragement, and may be I really want to old. Because, the heart of the mature after some things, always slowly accumulate thickness and depth.

Now of I, have not used to too hurt spring come into my autumn, had not had the heat of the surge of emotion surge, had rejected once innocence. My heart become quiet, become poised and mentality. Have a feeling that many years ago, we are also small; But suddenly, just like a dream, but threw themselves to grow up. Look at the past, nu skin look in the mirror again in front of yourself, suddenly feel familiar and unfamiliar.

Time not old, the youth will be old, the time quietly from the cheek, but went away with you, me, our outline. Don't look back carefully, for fear of not recognize themselves.

Suddenly, it seems that his touches something more profound: while youth may not be in the life of a journey, not a age can be used to describe things. It is a state of mental, it is a learning experience desire and process of the unknown. As long as keep learning experience, yourself are living in the colorful youth, youth life also because the flowery and become meaningful.
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Time: the 2014-06-05 reading: 600 source: essay who The author Guo Hanfeng

Don't know since when, like listening to classical nostalgic oldies and writing text, mould of movies, take pictures of the black and white, like the peace and quiet mountains, like miserable mixed soil, fragrant smell of flowers and plants, like through the blue blue sky, like flying thousands of snow lonely winter. Occasionally turn out the old old photos, seek a calm in nostalgia.

Time, so in a hurry in my youth time in silent slip, leave no trace of a, but in my heart planted ten million method, once the recall, is pain, and even pain to the heart.

Stop to look back, I left the so-called paradise university has nearly a year, this year, I was in a busy work, and through the neon erosion of the metropolis wuhan may be said to be in survival. This year, I met a lot of people, they at the beginning of my childish nest after give me a lot of help and encouragement. This year, I see the gap between school and society, the understanding of "the heart changes in temperature" four words, feel the power of the persistence and belief. This year, I also had silently cry, secretly quipped, naked been hit. But this year I learned too much, too much, also mature too much, perhaps these are some of the pain as the price!

However, the more pain, the more love thought, the more desire, the more easy to aggravate the pain. Scattered like those in the past time, and left stranded in memory, so happy, happy like a sugar, now again aftertaste, feel sweet to sad.

Remember, once upon a time, we discuss the respective dream. Some people said, to be an entrepreneur in the future, be my own boss. Someone says, want to earn 10 million in 10 years. Some people say that take an examination of civil service in the future, the state jobs. Others say, want to be a respected good teacher in the future, because like with the children. Of course there are also some people said the silence, don't know is they think of discussing these topics still without a clear dream and meaningless. I remember I was dream is to be an artist, can involve performance, creation and the author.

Sometimes have self-mockery, oneself have what skill? Take what to save those on the edge of the broken dream? But what really think about it, we should also respect each dream, because after all he had to fight for a try. Maybe in the end you give up, maybe it was devastated by the ruthless, but it is also what has left you, isn't it?

Now of I, still have a dream, five years let oneself become a boss, have their own company, have a stable income, to be able to start a family, can let the family to live a good life. I still respect and adhere to this dream, because someone told me, believe in the power of believe!

Youth, can have many dreams, but not without a dream. Maybe your dream changed in a moment, but at least there is another dream, let your heart be placed. Maybe they also changed the original dream, but I'm sure they also have another dream.

Contact with a lot of different people, after a lot of real world experience, will miss those innocent years once. Although it was ignorant ignorance is simple, but there will always be so subtle move in those years, live in today's inside of the heart.

Remember at that time, will silently stood on the railing beside looking at their has a crush on someone downstairs to walk far, disappeared in the stream of people. Remember that time rolled up the books when mike sing loudly together kakui "glory days"; Do you remember the time in class secretly to play the school banned items of mobile phone, nuskin into space and two minutes at a time of network can wait patiently; Remember at that time, all kinds of cultural activities of various hi, for the obsession I have had my own those brilliant, remember that time is... Remember that much, a bit, because memories don't only lonely.

There are a lot of old friends feel now than in the past I matured a lot, and mature quickly. Not only are they, had ever met a lot of excellent entrepreneur, when he talked with them, several entrepreneurs ask about my age, when I talk about their age, let them feel shocked and all say I now seem to be very mature, both from the dress and talk from public relations, is like a mature man. May be they good praise and encouragement, and may be I really want to old. Because, the heart of the mature after some things, always slowly accumulate thickness and depth.

Now of I, have not used to too hurt spring come into my autumn, had not had the heat of the surge of emotion surge, had rejected once innocence. My heart become quiet, become poised and mentality. Have a feeling that many years ago, we are also small; But suddenly, just like a dream, but threw themselves to grow up. Look at the past, look in the mirror again in front of yourself, suddenly feel familiar and unfamiliar.

Time not old, the youth will be old, the time quietly from the cheek, but went away with you, me, our outline. Don't look back carefully, for fear of not recognize themselves.

Suddenly, it seems that his touches something more profound: while youth may not be in the life of a journey, not a age can be used to describe things. It is a state of mental, it is a learning experience desire and process of the unknown. As long as keep learning experience, yourself are living in the colorful youth, youth life also because the flowery and become meaningful.

Life, always in different ways, see different scenery, and a little flower, or with a butterfly, all is the fate, sometimes have also lost, start is also a kind of end. Smoke past, how many remember, distant and spawned many warm, qu residual charge is still in, new flowers open again this year, a time of life, in the reincarnation; grown old Mood, in and out grow the qing ning.

Time taken away anybody's outline, as long as the heart is warm, you I will know tomorrow.
Life, always in different ways, see different scenery, and a little flower, or with a butterfly, all is the fate, sometimes have also lost, start is also a kind of end. Smoke past, how many remember, distant and spawned many warm, qu residual charge is still in, new flowers open again this year, a time of life, in the reincarnation; grown old Mood, in and out grow the qing ning.

Time taken away anybody's outline, as long as the heart is warm, you I will know tomorrow.