Autumn is a season of strong sorrow, older, but also love to mourn autumn and hurt spring, today will be a few words.
QQ is really a good thing, it records your youth, but also carries your mood. We rush to the time faster and faster, QQ will also intimately jump out to remind you to precipitate thoughts, think about that year today, and see your former self.
Change is eternal, and there is nothing to be sad about.
It's just that when some numbers appear naked in front of you, you seem to instantly understand what is called "slow and good".
Yes, slowly, time pushes us forward. You expect or don't expect, it should appear; whether you want it or not, you should go away or you should scatter.
Fortunately, everyone's life is a Pandora's box, and there are always unexpected surprises waiting for us.
Slowly, everything really got better again.
All encounters are for parting, long or short. If you can have a journey of mountains and rivers, you should be grateful to meet.
Fate geometry, luck geometry, what is the fate, what is the share? But it's all comfort when you're frustrated, and perfunctory when you're running away.
Everything is held in the palm of one's own hand, and the clutching and joy between repeated hands is the norm, and any choice is made from the heart, which is not enough for outsiders.
However, the feelings are injected on who and what things, it should not be a thought, a thought disillusionment, and an abrupt end can be cleaned up.
Maybe they should both calm down and say goodbye softly, even if they never see each other again.
The moment you wave your hand, you are not only saying goodbye to those who have passed, but also placing your heart to run away and telling it that it is time to come back.
Gentle times, worth closing in a gentle way. As a result, we will feel that there are not so many regrets.
All the roads traveled, the people I met, the things I did, and the happy and sad times were all complete and complete diaries of time and shade. They have a beginning and a tail, and they write down the past, the years, and the beautiful dreams.
There are you in dreams, there are me in dreams, there are dreams in dreams; about today, about tomorrow, about eternity.
However, winter comes and goes, and the four seasons sway, and finally make today become yesterday, let this moment fall into memory, and let pure sincerity turn into indifference.
They say that the past is like the wind, but they did not say, you must not sit in the wind; they say, laugh at the past, but they did not say, the past has always only made people cry.
They also say that time will heal everything. The medicine that may cure the disease, which one is not bitter?
The years are like leaks, and how many joys and smiles have disappeared without a trace. What remains in the palm of your hand is nothing but the residual temperature at the time of waking up from the dream.
As soon as the wind blows, the curtain moves, and the remaining temperature is also cool.
It was late autumn, and in the season of depression, my heart also wrinkled with this day.
However, the sadness and loneliness of autumn is the most useless thing. If you hug yourself that year and today, talk about it as comfort.
The years have passed, and there is no return date for this trip. Fortunately, the thoughts of that year and today can also make me feel at ease at this moment.
The year is gone, and it is still there today. May it be all right, and nothing else.