That day is a sunny day.
Sunshine sprinkled on the desk by the window in the morning, before you know it for a day, I got up slowly, let the hair on his shoulders, I slowly walked to the window and looked at the distance, but thoughts drift elsewhere.
Back to last night's dream.
"The past is always past." He said. I remember the most clearly is the sentence. Yes, why I don't understand this truth? The past is always the past, why entanglements in the past? "Sinking ship side side thousand sails, tree ahead keeping green forever" suggests that society is always moving forward, the future is always better than it is now, we envision bright prospect, I why entanglements in the past? Thinking about thinking about, can't help but be suddenlenlightened.
Gradually, climbed up face a smile, turn around, carry bag, out of the door, breathing the fresh air outside, the heart also can not help a rainbow on the shelf.
I wail always remember it.