Time Line
When we were young, time seemed so long. By the time we left our school, friends were always laughing and singing a song. Grow up was too far from me to think of, I would rather rent some books and read them on a lawn. The princes and princesses, the Dracula and his terrific fang. They are the things I cared, not money, work, being right or wrong.
The time in my childhood is so long. Mates were friendly, never let me feel I was alone. It was hard to imagine, I am sitting in front of this laptop, writing this poem down. Time line is continuing, no one could hold it on. The childhood is gone, the prince had gotten the crown. The happiness has turned to edges, keep hurting me round by round.
My memory is going on; my feeling is grown. Happiness was simple to me, while my life is giving them to me none. At that period, someone was drawing a picture of a fortunate girl living in a beautiful town. For the girl in the picture, life is so long, an hour could be forever, a weekend was the only want. These scenes are my own, follows me like a hound. However，we always learn from regrets, they made us strong.
