Earth is already march days

The days of march and sunny and warm and cool, and rain.
The va moegmienz hai road of osmanthus trees on the bare branches and luxuriant kapok tree is blooming, some of the green, four seasons throughout the past, but feel seasonal changeover.
I said, less often listened song began to cry, often seen as irrational thoughts will floating away. A keyboard is often forgotten language. I think my memory, I must be getting old and bad.

It is the only city in the Z friend friend has gone to jiangxi, I sent the 11:5 bag bag, transmit two ducks neck to flower, a pack of gave her, and the remaining two bags and colleagues to share. In memory of the neck and not duck in wuhan, the sweet smell that steady. I like to have my sweet the sauce duck, hunan is steady. And that night friend farewell party I didn't go, go to the dormitory colleagues chat. May is horrible, gather together drink, the meat laugh at their world. The little boy, HeFei in deep yellow, yellow in macau, graduated from Beijing, justice will return to the macau, not unexpectedly with a divorce, nine early ying didn't know where Wei whereabouts, Christine, or back to hangzhou, but we are, in all of the people involved, she also went to jiangxi, left alone in the city, I Z.

Sometimes feel so sad, respectively, so remember just walk that morning sadness. But suddenly one day just suddenly appeared in the city, and then a gang Z to eat hotpot drinking. But the only chance, then you never meet. More than half of that often, will be particularly miss. But I know better than anyone, this time will come back again.

I'll forget to sunshine in water, fortunately, sunshine is not delicate plants, also can wind. In march, I have been half the peach blossom had faded, here is the home of YouCaiHua exactly, but I can't see.
I have said, I will come back YouCaiHua open. But near YouCaiHua April, too fast, but I know I can't go back.
But sometimes very miss home, take some photos to upload recently, evening phone home album, 30, mother, I wake up the next day already is. Home is cold, so the early evening sleep. For I was used to sleep, twelve.

In my life, and the best part always exist in the memory.
Time is march, circulation. Whether people or things, only one life as if only recently started.
I miss them, but missed.
The best, never elsewhere, and I wandered off.