All endings have been written.
All the tears came out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how I pursue it.
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappear into the haze of the future.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
future
The future,
Staring at the vague green mountains,
Seen from a distance, the boundless deep blue-the sky and the sea.
Look, wrapped in white delicious food and life,
Experiencing, passionate, passionate and cheerful.
Red, white, blue and green-the future is the color of hope.
The future,
Fantasy, the sky is high and the sea is wide, with stars,
Look forward to it. What will your children and grandchildren be like when you get old?
Sigh, full of courage and success?
Looking forward to it, I was born in the prime of life!
Young and strong, old and young-the future is originally the waiting of life.
The future,
Worried that the vegetation in the jungle will flourish and decline,
Intoxicated, birds in the sky,
Lust, the fish in the sea are free,
Look, wait under the eaves.
Mermaid, bird and beast-the future is the expectation of freedom.
The future,
Go home, whether rich or poor dogs meet you,
Hold your head high, even if your fragile dignity is still there,
Snuggle together until the digital record disappears,
Open the window, lies and empty words blowing in the wind.
Sincerity and loyalty-the future was originally an emotional private house.
The future,
Shake it off, snowflakes are falling-Han Mei Morning News,
Laugh and reap the fruits-live and wait.
Patience, heat-dry ears of millet,
Moisturizing, drizzling-fiery feeling.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter-the future is the love of time.