When I go home, I sometimes feel bored, and occasionally I look at the diary I used to write, and suddenly I feel that I have written something before? But I read it slowly to find that so many bland things had happened before.
I saw an article written in high school that looked like this:
Suddenly, you're far away. I am preparing to send you something. You've already hitchhiked away; I'm walking on that familiar road as usual, the stream flowing by the trail, the sound is very soft, and the canola flowers in the field emit a refreshing fragrance...
The memories lingered us, vaguely remembering: we chased and frolicked on that trail, and the kites of eagles were all together, inseparable. But you have already gone to the place that your parents have planned, and you may be sad to sit on the bus at this moment.
I know that for some reason, you are reluctant to leave, but there is nothing you can do!
When we agreed to go to the world and travel all over the great rivers and mountains together, will this agreement really be realized in the future? I could only think of it as a dream in my heart, and I was still "touched" when I woke up.
Ideals, for themselves is difficult to do, many people say that I am inferior, not confident, how can I have the ambition to fly to the ideal?
After listening, I was just silent, running the outer track of the playground alone after the next night's self-study, and lying on the lawn looking at the stars when I was tired of running.
I wasn't familiar with the city the man was going to, and I didn't know when I would meet again.
Time it steps in your footsteps and goes away with the wind; thoughts remain in the air, drifting away.
Thank you for your companionship, your encouragement and support, and may we never say goodbye!
This is probably the text written in the diary before, but now it seems that the previous story is sad literature, and I know roughly what my previous personality was like. Maybe the person in the text is an illusory person, but only later did he realize that he had experienced something similar.
There will be more or less parting times in life, but the memories left by that person in your heart are difficult to forget, and they will naturally be forgotten after a long time; but when you look at the diary, you will vaguely think of those things about that person.