[Forgetting is the most complete separation]
Author: Falling snow stained dust
From the faint sound of birdsong in the morning light to the twilight twilight when the evening wind passes through the window, it is inevitable to meet and part. We will take different paths with familiar people and drift away.
When parting, I turned around indifferently and waved, and in the many later times, I thought and thought, read and read, wrote and wrote again, and felt more and more sad after hindsight.
We are always much older than we think, and we will inadvertently mention the word "before".
Once the sea, there is no more Wushan.
Later, I met many people, who hated each other late or did not get tired of staying for a long time, and perhaps, in who saw the déjà vu of the deceased.
At this time and place in the present, I have not met the future you that I once said.
Half a life is hurried, most of what I see and hear has been blurred, dissipated in the past, and the remaining three or two are profound, and they are pondering day by day.
There is no forgetting, not a complete separation.
When you come to the world, you always have to do something you like. And we will eventually lose, may as well be bold, to retain, to love, to think unscrupulously.
The wind and snow moon are brought into the text, such as the thoughts of the water spread out, the book is not exhausted, long words and short sentences, a sadness, a story of the years.
At the end of April, at the end of the season, long thoughts are once again written into shallow words.
About the Author
Falling snow stains dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.
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