When saying goodbye, smooth and natural, with a touch of ease.
I know that this belated full stop was finally drawn politely in the middle of summer.
——Xiao Yi
The chance encounter in early spring, the farewell in late summer, the exchange of the four seasons, to the wordless waiting for the end, not asking the reason, just looking at the process, is just a stream flowing down from a high place, ordinary and regular to the low place, and finally stopped here
Why, I never like to use right or wrong to evaluate an acquaintance and get along, is because every encounter has its meaning, no matter where you are, whether you are comfortable or not
And all the uncontrollable unhappiness is a hint of the end coming
Avoiding the end is unwise, and it brings discomfort over and over again
The farewell that was delayed for too long seemed weak and pale, and finally ended hastily in just a few words
It does not mean that you want to scribble when you say goodbye, but what is left of an acquaintance, like a dry stream, with only wet marks of earth and stones, which means that you have seen the murmuring of the stream
After a while, the wet marks will disappear, and everything that used to be will gradually blur in a trance...
The only curiosity is that in the future, I don't know if I will remember anything, but as long as I think about it, it must be an interesting part
——Xiaoyi original