Fleeting time in the hourglass  

Like van gogh's life,but the heart and can not be quiet for the classical.Hourglass trivial detail in the sunshine to walk in the broken edge of the water over a soft heart thanksgiving lake,the beach boy carrying a red ankle huge golden faceplate,the children across to catch up withe every game over the partner,Now girls as .Ring to witness the love grass in neat pages to record the language of the youth can not afford pale.Time to leap forward in neat pages to record the language of the youth can not afford pale.Time to leap forward in the arms of exultant.not for years and lost eyes.16-year-old forward to the sky like a sponge to draw the scene in full bloom outside,hidden in a desk that's shy love, like the sparrows hiding behind straw.At htw moment who can no longer hear of the pending utility poles chattering voices of well-being.Chaos of the summer wind dyeing those young days open the paper to the writing,the class ring is still fresh in my mind,Ma wangyeh with the acceleration of gravity physics textbooks say,we listen to a confused and disoriented.In the north and the south east and west,who is one of the steering wheel?