Orion Sirius Weaver light years away silent outside.Memories of youthful dreams, when secretly fall. - Inscription whenever the familiar melody sounded, I was inexplicable tears gathering in the eyes, nose a sour, then two lines of tears rushing down, tears in bloom.Stave with musical notes strung together a symphonic music, brought back memories of my infinite youth, for the June graduation season coming, offer a blend of heartfelt tears, I hope not forget themselves to each other. That year we had young shallots looking at the stars, sing funny joke.I think classmate feelings deep inside, had never thought about the future of the future so we lost contact.The cool time, when baptized time, everything becomes so fragile.I was afraid graduation, he fears time and time again with the teachers and students bid farewell to his alma mater, because the heart is full of reluctant and fearful of those who were.I was afraid of school, fear of diluting the years the friendship between you and me.Even one day standing face to face, but also could not find the original enthusiasm.I was afraid graduate, had become afraid of the kind of person they hate – and reunions do not have time to find a teacher reminisced courage, dragged back to his alma mater to see.These things after graduation, with every second has elapsed and Hao Zhao.Then calmly continue to learn, live, work. How terrible, how sad. Graduation is coming again, no one would like in the future as a bright star, graduating class of pain in our day and night Fen big stars in efforts.During the winter, the huge playground, cold wind blowing, blowing people quivering heart.Blurred hazy fog layer enveloped in orange street lights, cast round the fence body wall lighting, such as bright moonlight collective white Fasan Zhao, through the fog, on the runway as weak.Playground after going to night classes, sparse crowd, busy in their different sports. As for my exam sport, facing the cold wind whiz, rush off in the dim light, I was straight ahead, passing wind bolted figure, then burst a while, it was all for tomorrow and hard work of people of child junior students!Accompanied by heaving breathing, right-hand man regularity swing, step by step to get ahead, after a few laps I had half a bend of breath. I burned himself sitting on the grass a rest, looked up to heaven, dream of the stars completely replaced by clouds, so dark, far-reaching appalling.I lay down, the wind swept face, stinging cold; close your eyes and feel my heart dazzling sky.It guided me in the direction of the dream, drove me brave Boomerang. Life alive is to have their own dreams and insisted that no matter how things change, is still the same sinking rudy. Dream on the way, do not forget to occasionally look up, looking at the stars.