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出门旅行,我最害怕离开。那踏上归途的一瞬,淡淡的惆怅和伤感总是不期而至,如沽沽的流水,绵延细腻,直铺陈得满心苍凉,无以自拔。远方是个美好的名词,因为距离而美丽,因为陌生而向往。奔向远方,就注定了一个缘分的等待,或喜、或忧,全在即将来临的时刻。时常怀念少年时,三五知己好友,沐浴着初春的暖阳,咿咿呀呀地骑
Traveling, I am most afraid to leave. That set foot on the way to the moment, a touch of melancholy and sadness is always unexpected, such as the selling of the water, stretching delicate, straight shop Chen was full of desolation, bosom. Afar is a beautiful term, because of the distance and beautiful, longing for strangeness. Run toward the distance, destined to a fate of waiting, or hi, or worry, all at the upcoming moment. Miss nostalgia often, three five friends and relatives, bathed in the warm spring of early spring, Baba Yeah riding