The calendar is torn off day by day, and the good old days are gone.
Those good old days, perhaps hidden in a small alley, waited lonely, lonely. Wait, one day, someone will remember it; Perhaps, hiding in an old park, helplessly, helplessly, waiting and waiting, one day, people will remember it.
However, the calendar was hastily torn off day by day, the place there was razed to the ground, and the old time was hurried away, leaving no memory, leaving behind people's regret and helplessness.
As a result, the old time can only be photographed, which is the only way. It walked too hurriedly, too quietly. It may disappear in front of you overnight, and it will not be left at all.
Open the yellowed old **, the beautiful old times are hidden here. Gently stroking it with your hand, there will always be a trace of sour feelings in your heart. Those old times contain how many ups and downs of childhood, how many smiles and tears. Perhaps, there will be a snickering smile in my heart. How naïve and naïve I was'Naive. What a nostalgic time!
In the old time, all the time will be old, and there is laughter and laughter in the old time, and there is the innocence and beauty of life. Above all, the old times are one of the most important parts of my life.
In the old days, you were childhood, but you walked too fast to be noticed, so you can only use the pen and ** to keep you that only part.
In the old days, you were too bad, you went too fast, and there was no trace of memories, so how many people missed you.
But, in the old days, I want to thank you, you let me remember the joy of childhood, you are too precious for me to forget you.
The old times, you make me remember.