Life is a journey. Sometimes we think it's so long that many people give it up and commit suicide. Sometimes we think it's so short that we can't believe it
life is a journey
sometimes we think it's so long, so long,
so many people give up him and commit suicide
sometimes we think he is very short
so short that we can't believe it.
we are conscious of our own growth
and we are sensitive to our own growth
we have seen a cartoon
the theme of the picture is a clock
lovely children are laughing and running tirelessly around the clock clockwise
the elderly.Step forward Unsmooth steps
move in the counterclockwise direction of the clock
when I was a child, I expected to grow up
when I grew up, I was eager to have a free home
use love as the cornerstone, pour the sand of love
leave a window of hope, put on the ideal mural
sow some seeds, conceive several spring buds
let the sun enter freely, Send me home by the moon
in this rapidly developing city
return home, fade away all fatigue
nest in the sofa, See the four seasons flowing in the space
the best thing in the world is to have a home with you
and the meter of sunshine by the slanting window
this is the best start of life
wake up from your side every morning
have a beautiful night in this quiet night
looking at your sleeping face is my greatest satisfaction
it's good to have you at home
ordinary years, hand in hand with years of warmth
the sea withers and the rocks crumble, maybe the fairy tale will be old
frame dream, and having you next to you is the longest xiaoquxing
daily necessities, hand washing soup
fireworks filled, As time goes by,
taste the stories of those years a little bit
and the familiar taste
open the door is to return home
close the door is struggle
the sky is clear and the clouds are bright
the heart is clear as a sparkling Lake
the clouds are thin and the moon is bright
overlook the city of cars and horses
looking back on the dim lights
home is the most beautiful place.Warm existence