Time break, debris sporadic, they ran at top frenzy my eyes, between the buddies, familiar, return to absolute being, but found that he has already been naughty on the wall, on a faint yellow, be like old photographs, such as ancient book pages, is engraved a childhood memories.

　　Fate took everything, but nothing feedback on me. Time pieces cut fragile heart, let me suffocated, let I lost the brilliant sunshine, in the dark I cry. Days gray and black clouds poured into the sky, the sun unwillingly dolling from cloud seam in extrusion a ray of sunlight, open the window, wind stormed in, with savoury chill, dull, heart good empty. At this time, the phone rang. "Hey, who?" "Britain, today is my birthday, coming!". Oh! It‘s frost, "but..." I hesitated for a long time. "What happened?" "I, we want to take an examination of minor course next week, want to review, cannot go." "Every day you read, read a birthday last pushing the exams, how can so?" "Can‘t ah, well, I‘d love to, but.." "Anyway, you must come, otherwise not treat me as a big sister." "I really can‘t come." "Then we broke sisters up a good relationship." Indistinctly from mobile phones from trace mewl opposite. "But.. I really don‘t want to." "Di ~ di ~ ~ ~" hang over there, don‘t know her what happened, but... Bin, frost, I‘m sorry, but I really can‘t go, let‘s get together again! We winter vacation, Bin, frost, sincerely to you say "I‘m sorry", not pray ye forgive what, forgive can only give I comfort myself reason only. We are still good sisters is right, I know, do you understand me and I am so strong, yes, you know, we are good sisters, forever. Rightness, my birthday is almost here, but the possibility or in the bustle of the study life lived, don‘t mind, I sent sentence for blessing! Drink this wine as zhongshan, suddenly look back, but saw no shadow, in order to have teaching is autumn. In late autumn, sunlight, see all things come to pass, and listen to dream like flowing water in the wind with the breath of autumn sad, for pen, for your dreams, for paper... Describe that name ever memories. Childhood memories, see time passes, overlooking the life journey, a bunch of wild flowers with tears hua, gently took off, don‘t before the bosom, including like hot as heart-breaking tears, lifted puerile yet strong face toward the end.