I think that those who have really liked it, even after really being relieved for a long time, think of it from time to time in their dreams, and their minds wander, even if they have been regretful and sad, it is laughable to think of. Maybe you don't want to save or start again, but the experience itself was beautiful.
Once, we waited together for the stars and frosts of the years, agreed to the light and wind of summer together, and imagined the light and dust of the future together.
A period of convergence and intertwining, Xu a deep love time, the teenager will be remembered in the heart; Xu a period of heart-to-heart encounter, the love of the dust in the heart.
Perhaps, there is no smile sublimation, but only a residual dream; perhaps, there is no sweet past, but only a long-cherished wish. But this small piece of time spliced together in a small piece of time, and finally woven into a leisurely heart.
Time has worn away the invisible figure, blurred the youth that has passed by, and no longer has nothing to do with you.
People who are deeply in the memory can always be renewed for a long time, can always amaze the red dust, and can always dye the thin coolness of the years with a little warmth, so that it is enough.
Red dust is three thousand feet, and where is the red dust not a dojo.
People who have really liked it will always be deeply in the memory.
The rotation of the light touch of the hour hand, the ripples of time, and so on, the thoughts slowly surged into the heart, and then picked up the fragments scattered everywhere, pieced together those once moved, scene after scene, paragraph by piece, let the story spread in the memory.
Thank you to that person for accompanying me through my youth.
The scenery along the way, the people you met along the way, the things that happened along the way, the laughter left along the way, even if you think about it after a long time, those laughs seem to be still in your ears. The corners of my mouth will also involuntarily tilt upwards, outlining a good-looking past.
Some people, with the hilarity of others to fill the regrets of the past, with a whole night of sadness to smooth the past, in fact, as long as you really like, those beautiful things will fill the heart, recall, not only regrets, there will be a faint beauty to climb up to the heart.
To love someone, you don't have to get it. To fall in love with a person does not have to be white-headed to old age. As long as there has been true love, those loves will always exist in the old times.
Don't deny it, don't dwell on it, the heart you have paid is something that time can't get back.
At that time, that land, that age, had truly liked that person, and perhaps at some point had thought that the world was old, or that it would not change in this life.
Everyone in life will accompany us through a journey. Some people go farther, some people go closer, and some people just pass by.
Perhaps, likes don't necessarily mean being together, or just wishful thinking. But believe that when those little fragments pile up the past, they will become flashing memories in the memory.
Thank you to the man who gave me shining memories, and thank you for those days together. Life is not long, we walk and walk and disperse, life is not short, we gave each other a few years of time, but let these few years become the light in the memory.
Perhaps, we have all complained about each other, and we have made a few unpleasant noises, and even said a few hurtful words. But more warmth, more happiness, and more happiness than those unpleasantness.
Time does not stop, and memories accumulate over time. When one day, we are all full of silver wire, and then look back at those past, looking back, there will certainly be your bright smile, cheerful laughter, and my happy face. I know that you will be deeply in my memories, just as I will be in your memories.