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Geplaatst: 06-09-2019 07:53:36 Onderwerp: It is still the sky of |
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It is still the sky of Nava blue and blue, the green and green trees, it seems that nothing has changed. But time is not willing to stay, washing up childishness, fading away from innocence, returning to the home, always have access to many children, I often stay quietly, watching them chase in the sun, sweat, release smiles, Only then realized that I grew up. Under the catalysis of time, I have already changed, lost the innocence of childhood, and lost the tenderness of childhood. I don't know how long they can still be childrenee the children shuttle through the small courtyard and hide and seek behind the flowers. I remembered that I also evolved from this childhood. When did we start, we entered an indifferent, gloomy life, and indifferently succumbed to this kind of life, without precautions, without resistance. Perhaps, because we were unable to guard against and resist dinner, the children couldn��t wait to run out of the house Wholesale Cigarettes, and they went to the fields not far away in groups to catch and smash. I also want to participate, but I have already lost the passion and indifferent spirit of childhood, but I am always afraid of dirty clothes, always unable to open the dirty feet, the eyes are just full of envy, they can still am watching, watching them crazy, but I can't feel the almost crazy joy that I have experienced. This is the privilege of the child! I still miss Marlboro Red, in the evening of the darkness of the sky, gently pinching the wings of a pair of squats, and experience the trembling of that moment! Those days are far away, like falling into a certain corner of time, and looking for it again and again, I realize how beautiful the child is, and I have the world that belongs to them. After thinking about it, timid and shrinking, there are too many things that you want to do but you can��t do. Maybe this is the mark of your child growing up!Now, are we still planting ourselves into the soil like our children, but we are comfortable, patted, and continue to fight wildly? Now we can play like a child in the parents' office, fold their documents into planes, fly freely? I think, we don't dare to think about it! Of course, the children dare, these are small meanings in their eyes Parliament Cigarettes, not worth mentioning. And for us seems to be killed, this is the privilege of children and children! How long can they still, how long can they still be childre
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