Some people, getting used to it, don't want to stay away. Some things, when you get used to them, you will remember them. Just like the moon season that blooms in the summer, it blooms season after season, and each season is blooming with the most beautiful time. Rendered with the ultimate color to the most beautiful bloom, with a swaying posture to meet every passion.
In the vast sea of people, some people disperse as they walk, and some people often live in their hearts. A fate, appearing in life always has its reasons, love is so, so is friendship. Put you at ease in the people, to cherish. People who fade out of life, don't worry. The comings and goings of life are ordinary things. On a sunny morning, I was allowed to write poetic words, looking for memories of immortality in this early summer blossom day.
It is a blessing to have a good time. People who can settle for time have a calm heart and will treasure the little memories in life.
The memories of youth are engraved in the rings of time, smiles and tears, joys and sorrows, dried leaves of the past, sealed in yellowed diaries. You don't have to read it often, just remember to pursue it. Chase dreams, chase love, chase the bits and pieces of life, don't let the gods of time steal your passion for life.
See or don't see, I know, you're all there. Whether to think or not to read, I know, you will never give up. In life, every encounter is to enrich every monotonous and tedious day. Someone misses it, it's a kind of happiness. It is a blessing to be remembered. The magnetic field between people is beautiful because of misses, and thick because of mutual knowledge.
Rushing through the journey of life, let every miss, like a flower blooming. The road of the night, bravely go forward, don't worry. Beautiful encounters will become a bright light that shines on your way forward and allows you to gain unlimited courage. Don't look back, the years are far away, and no one is still waiting in place. Only the front is the road to be taken, and every footprint extends the hope of tomorrow.
The future journey, with your hand in hand, is no longer lonely. Friends have more roads to walk, and the companionship of friendship is a blossoming flower that blooms in the years and fragrances the time of peers. Tired, tired, we can still talk. Crying, hurting, we still have a shoulder to lean on.
Past, present and future, the trajectory of life goes on. May every miss bloom like a flower, so that the sweet fragrance on the way will perfume our hearts. Sometimes like a spring flower, planting the best hope; sometimes like a summer flower, blooming our lives. May the road with you be full of flowers that you miss, and care for each other and warm each other.