#Jilin Headline #Looking out the window, it was snowing, the wind was blowing, and thoughts were flying. Although it is already spring, tonight's wind is so ice, so cold. It seems to want to be the inner one

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Looking out the window, it was snowing, it was winding, and my thoughts were flying. Although it is already spring, tonight's wind is so ice, so cold. It seemed to drive the naked me out of the corner.

Many times, we are always reluctant to mention and remember certain people and things. But reality is impossible to refuse; it is impossible to forget, just like my thoughts night and night. I had to bury my head deep in my arms when I was most helpless, and let everything be remembered. Pulling open my fingers, it's been almost a year since we separated. Many things that are gradually blurred in memory, originally thought that they were going to forget, you can escape, but unexpectedly the instant feeling made everything clear again, even clearer than experience!

Yesterday, I also regarded attachment as a pursuit, a kind of perseverance. Today, the insistence on mistakes is getting farther and farther away from reality, and everything seems so eclipsed. Suddenly looking back, I found that I was like a cactus. In the persistence, the body has long been covered with countless small thorns, and while stabbing others, it has also deeply injured itself.

I always thought that I was a strong man. You can let all the loss and sadness be soothed, and you can live well without a lot of love. But the wind in the night spoke to the tangles in my heart. In fact, I have never put it down, and I have tried many times, but I still can't find the answer. Why should I remember what I should forget? What should be put down still can't be put down?

Finally, I understood something. There are some promises that only the listener will remember, and remember deeply! In fact, I want to draw a full stop here, and then tell myself: Enough, once was just once, the meaning of looking back is only to see how humble my past self was. Just now a netizen said to me: Don't leave a lamp for someone who doesn't love you, she won't understand the pain. Alas, if it doesn't belong to you, why should you care so desperately?

Missing is an ordeal; waving is a pain, and the end will be another new beginning. Perhaps, not disturbing is the best ending for each other.

The pen was placed in the early morning of February 11, 2022

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