Years is……

Time is a river, and everyone has to cross this river. Time is a gust of wind, which passes quickly; Time is a book, in which everyone writes his own life. Time is ,,, in a hurry, no one can keep the footsteps slipping away quietly, from childhood to youth, from youth to youth, then […]

To: Small Time

[Flowers] Flowers live in the sky. I like my present sheets, roses, violets, tulips and daisies, which are covered with large tracts. My head is deeply buried in this soft ocean, and there will be fragrance of flowers flowing in my dream. It seemed to stop raining for more than ten days one after another. […]