红叶、仁爱、宁静……是岁月留给我们最好的礼物。关键是你学会了珍惜。写过这样一句诗:与你才解到第3个扣子,就相继老去。时间或能把对你最好的人留到最后,但你永远都不知道谁是最后一个。唯一能自救的就是诚实面对自己、世界和现在的这一秒。旧时光里的那些光,越来越凉、越来越薄,淡忘的比记住的多。想念是朝花夕拾的一种。失去的东西还会回来吗?难说。只是,我曾经丢过一枚扣 Autumn leaves, benevolence, tranquility ... is the best gift for us in years. The key is that you learned to cherish. Wrote such a poem: and you only solution to the first three buttons, one after another old. Time or to be the best of your people to the last, but you never know who is the last one. The only self-help is to honestly face yourself, the world and the present second. The light of the old days, getting cooler, thinner and thinner, forget more than remember. Miss is a flower to pick up a. Lost things will come back? Hard to say. Only, I have lost a deduction