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    • 2015.12.14 Monday
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      Autumn is a season of falling leaves. The bleak season, has been in possession of memory, zero zero spread, as if to miss a city, looking forward to a person. When the wind blows, his eyes always wet, look at a piece of dead leaves in the wind to the fate of death, suddenly Barilla breeding, it really is a sad season? Perhaps, life gives us too many shackles, and is bound to escape.

      It's a long road of life, colorful and fun, sometimes smooth, sometimes bumpy, sometimes happy, sometimes sad. Have a look back, we are all in the imperceptibly, calm acceptance of all good things or forced to accept the fate of those years some grudge, shallow across the place, the pain, the same can also be accompanied by little happiness. When we get old, red dead, want to smile to the life happiness, also can appear in search of identity, in life. The beautiful scenery, hoping not to waste one's life because at that time, all day without regret and shame.

      Sometimes, some of the scenes like dream. We are all in the end is not the arrival of the fantasy of it better, so that when it occurs, we are unwilling to accept, because it is so different and imagination. Think about it, life is pain and was happy, sad mood more happy, less sad mood, walk, happy in the calm, maintain a normal state of mind, not because of a momentary happiness and joy, not because of the temporary not shun the compassion, this is the place of the world road.

      Gradually, like clinging to a quiet life, do not envy the men, not luxury downtown, just want to simple day keep the heart. Have imagined all simple little happiness, let the first ray of sunshine in early morning sprinkled on the lazy body, feel the nature gives warmth; hope to see their loved ones every day, give her a big hug; hope that friends can be healthy, enjoying the good life with each other.

      Years of circulation, the tender in time in the past, there is always some regret and sigh, open the door of time, those scattered in the life. Once, in is not shiny, like in the passing of life, had again how go, now only some mess of memory. Like a person's life will encounter a lot of ups and downs, regret is also often write a pen, learn to forget to forget the sun and, in life unpleasant, enjoy inner contentment and wealth, in a stable life. The perception of happiness and warmth.

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