Spring and spring back, seasonal and slid the new starting point, write a paragraph of text, regardless of the future, not the past. Life, like a leaf, through the seasons, experienced a cold heat, the final choice of buried in the earth. Look, deciduous patches of light to fly, the spring Xia Meng memory, looking back slowly in the silent silence. Look, wind blows up, those boring affair with the wind flying, messy. See, how many joys and sorrows of earth running-in, acting, who have no intention of deciduous Xuanfei memory,, the heart has got the vicissitudes of life. Years, such as floating