I always believe, every ordinary people all have a pair of wings of their own. It can't take you flying in the sky, but can let you to enjoy a powerful and unconstrained style; It can't take you flew over the mountain, across the lawn, can't take you around the world, but it can give you the magic brush paint brush, let you be in the youth doodle or on the scroll.

Youth is it strong energy.

So, the youth person can unbridled, can trespassed.

But, the youth will always goes by, the day from our palm slip quietly, and once all but not as a temporary in moment of fly ash cigarette. Without the strong wings energy, a fall in the heaven of leaves. In fact, every leaf load too many stories, so that it can only be one with the wind flow. It has already forgot, how to fly to heaven.

More sadly, not every a pair of wings in youthful steps away before morphing into leaves. Christopher hill once said: "tree, like people." People have wings like trees have leaves. The trees in autumn will send to walk the attachment it leaves, also will not be a time to lose his wings. The withered and yellow leaves some is the wind to travel, some is rooted in the tree, no quarrels with his pay. And people have only a pair of wings, off, is not easy to pick up back. If once memories too much too heavy, just can't put wings, then it will throw the memories! But unlike in the memories of fallen leaves that kind of great selfless. They can't fall in the mire of spring, unable to go out and the earth under a flower. Though they always nightmare everywhere, slowly, a little to eat away the soul of man.

Wings all did not come back, it went far away. WＷw.Ｋao8.CＣ

Poor thing, not dare to fantasy heaven, because it has become the moon. Time flies, seems like a year, he also slowly forgotten, it is how to begin to fly.