伤感散文（Sentimental prose）.doc

伤感散文（Sentimental prose） Time is like an ancient and full of vitality of the camphor tree, the branches of time circling toward the direction of the sun to the growth of the memory of the camphor leaves covered with no chapter order branches, direct sunlight into the mottled shadow, messy in our youth can not be placed in each. Patch of shade hides a unspeakable pain, we like being with the line puppet, back and forth in the light of the overlap a little dream camphor tree walk, occasionally a gust of wind blowing is down to the ground of the camphor leaves together with the people a little time in the memory stack choking corner in a thick stack of slowly fermentation... On the 2011, memory vague but profound, want what to write, but do not know how to write on the front, a Zhang Baizhi, a little dazzling white, white 0.5 mm from the tip in the stagnant air, slowly thought, suddenly found himself in this years memory was so pale, pale to fill up a thickness of 0.03 mm 8K white paper, fast finishing in the brain this year past memories, hoping to find a can let me write the things and people, even the pain and tears! I want to youth in addition to photos and movies, should also leave the text to I used to think engraved Memorial Dior wanton publicity training, such as poplar like flying time gone... About life My bare feet to youth in the rivers carefully looking for what I need, but each time they are fragments of memory designated scars, but when I was standing in the middle of the river around, suddenly saw the rapidly rising sun, then bring me light and hope at the same time, also burn my wound ache... When Jinan at seven or eight in the morning sun just according to me, the Eiffel Tower in France Paris might just light up the lamp on the right, the United States on Times Square, Yi mining giant led streamer on the screen should be playing the most popular winter fashion advertising, God will cleverly distinguish each national time schedule. That the earth is not