Today, and I walked into the courtyard of the familiar cheap oakleys, the yard is the kind of all how. This path leads to the quiet in the yard, path or I the path of the ten years ago, the road there are my old footprint, I seemed to be able to see past my brisk walk on the way home, then I don't know the taste of sadness, only it was very good. Path in the cold in the winter quietly in looking at me, I don't know whether this path recognize past carefree I. Maybe path is carefully studied me, think back to the past, I'd like to share my sadness path, but it is only can not help ground to looking at me.

The little tree has now grow, long strong, and the tree branches brown in the cold stood silently. I walk over and stroked the tree trunk of the cold. I am familiar with little tree, you past tree trunk, I a hand can approach to live, but now I will use both hands just force can share. You must now be recognized me, before the spring of a year, I stood under the trees look at you with lush trees of white, and you the branches of small NenNen red leaves. I was pleased to see you, you also pleased to see me, and showed me his beautiful white flowers. Now you're in the cold watched me, and I was lying in looking at you, you in the quiet waiting for spring, I also in a quiet waiting, you wait for the spring will come soon, but I like the wind but wait, I can feel, but let me of how hard, but you can't take it. Can you feel my light sorrow, you may want to see past is always a smile of I, but it's like I want to see the past you, everything is not exist.

In the yard of a bygone beauty not garden. In the winter banana leaf is celadon, banana trees stood floppy, a deputy to the appearance of the don't care about anything. It is looking at a little strange and a little familiar of I, in retrospect with...

Other tree with branches of the tree only, they quietly enjoy a cold weather, I stand in their side, they seem not to see me. After so many years, they may have to forget me, perhaps they are narrowing her eyes rest a little, didn't notice my existence.

A new tree of tree in the cold to rose, a few of her tender branches were holding black and red rose of black and red seed, in to people that showed his ever of the beautiful, display their rich fruit. Only a twig holding a bag of tight pink rose bud, the rose bud experiences three big snow dopie, it is still strong to wait for the warm sunshine, hope in the sunshine on the beautiful flowers. This flower beautiful roses, experiencing chalking up the descent of the snow, but is still waiting for the arrival of spring. I dare not the past touch it bracts, I feared the flower buds will with my hands and drop, I feared the flower buds will become the flower of the pink of powder on, I am afraid my hand will bruise it spring beautiful dream. This one lovely rose bud looking at me, she encouraged me, although stay in the winter, the in the mind has a beautiful spring, will also feel very bright. This new rose garden, it does not know years ago I was often stand in the garden, appreciate the beautiful garden, it don't know me, but I encouraged each other.

The garden of GuShuLou is so familiar, I seem to shut eyes can also walked back to his home. But I'm only looking at the old familiar with stairs, I did not go up, maybe the stairs are strange looked at me, the old happily I all day, today how a person standing in front of it, a full face of writing with light sadness, I'm afraid I stood on the stairs and recall that familiar figure. I'm afraid my sadness will add, stair looking at me, it may know my heart.

Standing in his father's office building before, the familiar building, I have how many years did not go up, the office building is looking at me, is it in the past when the walks always like trotting the cheerful I, it looked closely at my face, looked at the time left me pattern and light sad, maybe it is how to help me to share some, can it and think ambition. It past the quiet and solemn face also printed on the rain and the years mark, it is also in gradually ageing, I looked carefully at its every I once familiar corner, here every corner of this have I footprint, I that with laughter of the bright footprint.
I stand still, and waited, and looking at the front of the building, a familiar face, how many years he hasn't changed much, still as that often come to my house and old father talk, years in his face to create an imprint? Perhaps because he's optimistic. He went into the office, I see....... But I hope that he is into my home, like many years ago told my parents had to go the distance of his situation. And then all start over, I will treasure that once owned of everything. But all this is like when I was a child I see shinning red star "movie, the second time to see, I told myself PanDongZi mother won't burned to death, because she already knew the last time not in time for burn out....... But the second his mother hasn't along the street, I also told his PanDongZi next time the mother won't burn. The passing of the good things of the past, not start over. He went to his office, he in busy he, he didn't know he had brought me how much joy.
I have loved so the roadside, once again, I feel your cold tree rod, and you had to say goodbye to a shake hands, now I died.the like you. I walk lightly in familiar road, my steps gradually become light, I had in my familiar road ran briskly, walk, then I'm happy, don't know sadness. My steps gradually become light fake oakleys, I hope time can go back, I can find the joy of the past.