80's people

It can never come again and will never belong to the 80's childhood ... ... this article from the prose Network (www.sanwen.net), this website is a sharing of short prose original article site. If you want to reprint this article, be sure to respect the results of the work and keep the link of the address space. Journeyman leaves gently wind, cold activated my memory leaves long, gentle loneliness quietly Pro, the conquest of my heart calm; make a lonely quietly open my heart. Dim lights hanging over the dark winding road, the quiet blocks of houses, moonlight pale withered poplar that has a good beauty, quiet village, overshadowed hearted, light Changchang spread, extend my thoughts and loneliness left foot track a string of laments, meandering streams stale the end of the flow of life, I am here helpless.