Text: Flipping through the books in his spare time
I've been to a lot of places and walked into a lot of fruit shops, and none of them have the strong fruity aroma of this fruit shop. The scent of this fruit shop reminds me of it and will never forget it. I was in love that year, my first love.
——Wang Zengqi, "Life is very fun"
The part of life that has been experienced is preserved in the form of a memory in a certain corner of the heart.
These memories may never be used, but occasionally passing through the place of experience, occasionally seeing the image photos left behind, and occasionally hearing an old but familiar song, these memories are like spring re-dyeing dead wood with green leaves, instantly reviving the feelings of the past before our eyes.
It is really incredible to think that people often say "nostalgia for the past", which may mean that such feelings occur when facing the deceased. All moods are related to a story related to people.
Man is always the core of memory, just as when a picture unfolds in front of him, if there is a portrait painted on it, the portrait must be the first to be recognized.
The person in the memory is like spring, and other scenery and objects are like leaves born of dead wood in the spring, as if attracted by this figure, there is color and smell around him.
I don't know how many such memories there will be in a lifetime. Maybe not too much, love accounts for one of them.
Like the feeling of being alone and making everything look so beautiful. That person is the center of the world in the present, spring flowers, winter snow, summer cicadas and autumn geese... Anything that reminds people of each other's feelings.
This is probably the charm of love, love has always meant creativity, renewing all people's feelings, and thus renewing the whole world.
I hope that such memories can be replaced by a beautiful ending, even if the ending of love is not perfect, in fact, it does not affect our once beautiful feelings.
Love can be disillusioned, but the experience is always real, and it belongs to memory, as the saying goes:
"I was in love that year, my first love."
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Read one or two, feel three or four, there is warmth in the text. I am a casual book turner who writes feelings, read lightly every day, welcome to click to follow, meet.