May those that love the life
Thank you in May of last year, in May of this year, and both May's later years too, were always gives me a special feeling that only new May. May the love that some of life ...
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Writing for the May Day ...
May on, when the sun's sweltering summer starts, blazing ... the sound ve started crying ran in the lush canopy ... the little flowers phoenix, flower shrine in the corner of the school yard begins dry red, the color purple heart yet. And May each of us to make an emotional hangover hard to describe in words.
May, wrote to the wild nostalgic reflections inside the young girl ...
For each person, May bring own meaning. Maybe in May of last year, is feeling her crestfallen small pupil, but in May this year to cover the emotions of a larger grader. And then, in May of the following year, also will be in May last the life of her students. The May of the year after that, one year, two years ... 5 years ... or 10 years will always evoke memories, feelings, emotions and even caress her lap.
May
She loves the feeling of each of May. She liked the early summer rains came suddenly to go. She loved the bright red color of the flower fence student, the gentle colors of purple cotton with lentils and sweet golden petals message on the road every day she was away. The colors that seemingly simple, can seemingly find anywhere but with her, it brings a very personal meaning, very specific and can not be mixed on target. She loved the color was -What flowers bloom only once a year-and only the most beautiful blooms in red hatch Phoenix May 5 a yard. Lagerstroemia purple, also a nostalgia, I could not name ... Khuâng ... anxiety ...
May, writing for love entangles on student entries, writing about the memories of a white shirt ...
Surely none of us has ever experienced one of their own in May. That's when I felt so much attachment to the roof, with classes, I love my teachers and friends than ever before. That's when we feel the most emotional moment of parting, when we know regret going to leave something very special to me. I had hoped, the treadmill will be a time period stop on a point of dikes May we all love and cherish, preserve memories of the carefree, innocent. There were also tears of entries per page, endlessly alternating emotions ... sad ... far away ...
Then this morning, also on a certain day in May, we will go back to that school ... see memories of a bygone era ... then, we have grown up, have gone through the stumble of life, through the superficial step in the way of thinking and doing. Certainly, the playground where she, her stone row, row classes that will still keep all the memories that last one seemed like yesterday, only yesterday ... It's all the things we would never forget throughout their school life and all these years later again ...
Thank you in May of last year, in May of this year, and both May's later years too, were always gives me a special feeling that only new May. May the love that some of life ...
