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Do not know the direction of time, let the young time is fleetingblack bedroom furniture.

Do not understand time pursuit, let the young ideal fire burned out.

Do not understand the vicissitudes of time, those years use a pencil to write down the youth slowly fade the original traces.

The dream for many years, want to take the words written in pencil to me the ideal of life at a full. But I wonder if those ideals will be time to forget to write. I put those shallow mark copying, found that even capable of reproducing the grand ambitions, but can not go back to the past time. Look at their copying out type, the former has regained the crooked way, replace sb. is the neat rows of modern body. Open the youth writing type, lead ash erase those clean pages, now and then hand rub, palm and lead ash traces, is happy, think back to the past, but found it was that day care is not black not wash off. Good grief, memory can be copied, and the past can not come again. Put those books for ten minutes, sigh, finally general weakness weakness on the floor, let your thoughts across the ocean, then to the past that I have forgotten all should remember. Eyes looking at the walls of the quartz clock, pointer has been in a clockwise rotation, a second, two seconds, three secondsiPad cover.....

The season of youth, a pencil stand on tiptoe to see us, slowly approached my life. When the poor life, I deeply love the pencil, write with it, use it for painting, with its "bookkeeping" (a small partner of a few cents a debt)... Almost replaced almost life. Back then pinch of the day, a pencil and two or three cm long at that time, hand cannot hold are looking for to science, a segment of the mill off (with a knife carved in a circle, and then press the knife roll in the ring. Because bamboo is hollow, it is easy to burst, so very careful, force should be controlled very well), then put the pencil sleeve in the hole on the side. If some art feeling, but also in the bamboo engraved with some words, such as "Study hard, day day upwomen clothing hk.".

Shadow moving with the wind, go with time and age. I walk alone in the time tunnel, walk, look, come to an end only to find it was a clapboard. The board was put me in the way, back to my youth feel helpless, lost youth leave only the memory of the shadow, that may open the memory, although full of lead dust, but that has been past.

The old wall also left I had a pencil tip. Leaned forward, gently wipe the thick layer of soil, "the three words of the Chinese brand" is still so clear, the gold is shining golden light. Touched the pen tip, I think of mother's purse, that is filled with a hair, two hair, five hair bag, black bag that handmade. Remember that when a pencil is finished for mother to change. As long as it is said that reading to buy pencils money she wouldn't give, and because of that, I am timid, several times to cheat mother said to buy a pencil. The first two she believed in me, but I couldn't resist the temptation to snack mouth, no money, the natural mother to find the mother, later I found record, so early to buy a bunch of pencil, my mouth itch incredible.

In those years, those days are gone. When I was holding a pencil here, is a pencil with. Forget the memories, not pencil impression, can not forget the juvenile type.