All of them are short of time and cannot afford to get their hands on a single yesterday.

[ Original Text ]Sitting by the road to inspect the wandering of this beautiful woman and fragrant car, generate’s embrace of the fleeting time in his heart is now a social youth. Some were mediocre and some were down – to – earth.   Night, quiet let a person cannot breathe; Heart, can’t find any branches can stop habitat. Looking at the vast universe of interstellar, as if to see the previous dribs and drabs. I don’t know which drop, which point, and the memory of my childhood. Those cries that did not miss going back and forth were brave and not afraid of the wind and clouds. When we look back again, we will have many helplessness in the years to come. As a child, hide-and-seek is always the smallest child looking for us..   When I was a child, the eldest child who always played hawks and chickens came to catch us..   When I was a child, those who played with wooden heads were always reluctant to be police officers.   When I was a child, playing marbles, there were always some people crying and some people laughing.   As a child, there was always a boss who led us, and later he became the boss himself..   The cicada singing and bird singing in the woods in childhood are compared with the present whistle and public opinion. The cheerfulness and friendship of childhood contrasted with the helplessness and interests of the present.   As a child, it was like the song sung by Mao Ning to participate in the curved moon regulations. It was so pure and innocent, so beautiful and peaceful. Light memories of childhood there. Will somehow produce faint heartache sad.   Sitting beside the road to inspect the wandering of this beautiful woman and fragrant car, generate’s embrace of the fleeting time in his heart is now a social youth. Some were mediocre and some were down – to – earth. Some are already bosses of enterprises, and some are still in their hometown to create the earth.   The child’s time has become disconsolate, sighing that yesterday can’t afford to touch tomorrow. How long can I still do it? My strength is weak. Time will take me away. The passage of time day by day is so helpless in the face of the world. Like a hero’s long hiss among the Janjaweed, it is so sad!!!! All of them are short of time, and they can’t afford to celebrate yesterday’s expired time and warm tomorrow.. Running constantly is not a panic … ah

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