Fengjian youth

Author: Tuo Tuo / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features: 2005 "Bao Wu" Magazine, Legendary Serials, "The World of a Young Don Quixote." The migrate between the north and the south; the river of time flows through the four seasons; willow catkins and fallen leaves roam in the wind; the flowers and grass on the plains wither and bloom every year. The land is like a painting, but it's better to keep traveling. Just like some summer in your youth, traveling with friends through the wonderful mountains and rivers, playing in the dreamland. May the dreamland come one after another, and the road ahead will never end. We will never grow up. Always, always, on the road to the distance, until the last day of life. Watch the migrate between the north and the south; watch the river of time flow through the four seasons; watch the willow catkins and fallen leaves roam in the wind; watch the flowers and grass on the plains wither and bloom every year. The land is like a painting, but it's better to keep traveling! Perhaps one day we will glide over the skyline of your city. Perhaps you are also on the road to the distance. Then, goodbye to the world, young men of the wind! 2005 "Bao Wu" Magazine, Legendary Serials, "The World of a Young Don Quixote." The migrate between the north and the south; the river of time flows through the four seasons; willow catkins and fallen leaves roam in the wind; the flowers and grass on the plains wither and bloom every year. The land is like a painting, but it's better to keep traveling. Just like some summer in your youth, traveling with friends through the wonderful mountains and rivers, playing in the dreamland. May the dreamland come one after another, and the road ahead will never end. We will never grow up. Always, always, on the road to the distance, until the last day of life. Watch the migrate between the north and the south; watch the river of time flow through the four seasons; watch the willow catkins and fallen leaves roam in the wind; watch the flowers and grass on the plains wither and bloom every year. The land is like a painting, but it's better to keep traveling! Perhaps one day we will glide over the skyline of your city. Perhaps you are also on the road to the distance. Then, goodbye to the world, young men of the wind!