The new year begins, the sun is shining and everything is revived.
The best times, the latest starts, but there are always people who should have been forgotten long ago who are constantly mentioned in the memories.
Eating with old classmates, the old things will always be brought up again.
When I was young, I liked who I liked, who I put in my heart, and how I didn't continue later. There are regrets, there is sadness, and there is a little longing.
This is a scene that many old classmates have at parties.
When I was young, most of the problems I thought about were simple, and I didn't think about the future or a lifetime. At that age when the teenager did not know the taste of sorrow, there was always a petal that fell on the heart and could never be whisked away again.
The flowers bloom with sound, and the flowers fall with marks.
People you meet in the rainy season of flowers, even if they are not perfect, will be cinnabar moles on their chests and white moonlight on their heads.
That year, when he met her, he took one more look at the corner of the stairs. The two people, who originally did not intersect, began to pay attention to each other's figures on campus.
Looking after a person, it is involuntari. Because the eyes want to follow, the heart moves with it. The emotions of teenagers are simple and pure.
I like you, such a simple few words, not stained with earthly fireworks, falling in the ears, it will shine throughout the flower season.
The first thought may be to get up and go to school every day, or to eat in the cafeteria together, and then further, at most, it is to pull the small hand, which is also a blushing heartbeat, and the excitement is too much to sleep.
The love of a teenager is simple, but the memories of a teenager are very long.
When I was young, I didn't know how far I was forever, but I must have thought about going further.
Later, it was found that the farther road was separation, could no longer be walked together, and then gradually drifted away and became silent, and the young love affair was like that.
Life is like this, I feel that many things are not so concerned, and after years, I find that some people have left their marks, carved words in their hearts, and can no longer erase them.
Later, I really met a lot of people, and I loved a few times, and in the emotional world, the ebb and flow, and finally settled in the bland.
In the end, there is a corner of the heart that is empty. At that time, I found that no matter how good the original life was, it was not enough to fill that little regret and reluctance.
As I grew older, as the years went deeper, many people and things faded, but the young man's heart became clearer.
Some people say, don't compete with your first love, because it is too deep.
Some people say that first love is what makes people grow.
However, most first loves don't go forever, it's a reality.
Neither did he nor she go forever.
Started their own families at the right age and then had a stable life of their own.
One day, reunited in the old place, everything in the past turned upside down, surging the heart that had already been flat.
Mature people restrain their emotions, but they can't hide the regrets in their hearts.
If they had been well then, wouldn't they be so sorry now?
This is an unsolvable problem.
However, in this life, there must be a person who can never forget when he meets, and in a casual moment, he has been desolate for a long time, and the flowers of a season have been desolate.