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 […]


Suddenly, I really want to miss Haizi. He is a poet, but I don’t want to regard him as a poet. He is just a weak and tough man in his heart. On a gloomy noon, the sky is a pale color. You can’t see the sun, you can feel the existence of sunshine, but […]