Garcia marquez once wrote in the one hundred years of solitude: "memory is a no return road, past all spring can't recover."But I have memories, but not necessarily want to go back to the past.I think I have the memory that I remember.Early in the morning, with the inclusion of smoke in the air, like the light, like a sword to through the smoke.Under the reflection of glass caught my eye.

It is like mother's hand gently, I opened my eyes.Get up with the jiao qi, I can see the parts of the world.Gently opened the curtains and the sunlight as radiant light instant light up my world.I was conceived in the radiant light of the world, any dance, arbitrary intoxicated.This time I can see the world, I can see the birds in the bushes to play, I can see the clear stream in a hurry flow to go forward, I can see there are many, many.These things under the sun yi yi is unripe brightness, but the memory is so clear.So I want to, I should remember is that the warmth of sunshine.I always like in the autumn night blowing cool wind alone, I always like to use the footsteps of light through the noisy bazaars, yellow flowers bloom in the beaten path, occasionally a look blue sky, where is hoping to find used to belong to his share of the peace.But the blue sky is so strange.But I believe in busy streets will be found in the penetrative pedestrians that a quiet in the hustle and bustle.This is probably what I desire and expected once memories.