On my twenty-second birthday, I wrote an article called "After the End of time", to the effect that I expressed my wishes to the separated students, hoping that everyone would look forward and not reminisce about the past.
At that time, I felt very relaxed, as if I had understood the true meaning of life.
But I forgot that no one can abandon the past, and it is your people and things, those places that have been together, that prove that you have lived before and left traces in this world.
Some time ago, a friend looked for me on WeChat
My old friends when I was a student also had hangovers together and slept together.
The occasional old place to pass, the occasional old song, always reminds me of certain images.
Even now sitting alone under the stars, with cars coming and going, and the crowds of people, I will think of the road we walked together, the time of laughing together.
Even if there are many confidants on the road ahead, even if the tide rises and falls, it is decent inside and out.
Now that I think about it, my idea when I first wrote the article was still too naïve. If you want to rewrite it, it is probably that we will have some regrets and some joys when we look back on the past.
May we meet again with light in our eyes and fire in our hearts.
I am still willing to reunite with you.
Therefore, it makes sense that when people say goodbye, there will be a period after saying goodbye, go to the pseudo-literature of TM, and go to TMD after there will be no period.
I like the lyrics of Jacky Cheung's singing DingFengbo: "How many years have you accompanied me, the process of beating leaves through the forest is vigorous, the flowers blossom and fall, up and down along the way, spring, summer, autumn, winter, and extinction, the curtain has not yet been thanked"
The curtain is not yet thankful.
My friend and dear: See the letter as it is
Recently, when the warm sun is empty, the summer cicadas are first chirping, idle, sitting quietly and thinking, all thoughts are things of the old times, so there is this article. It is early summer, it is the beginning of the moon, the flowers are blooming, such a good day, have not been drunk, he day you come, if the summer wind blows, the stars rise at the beginning of the moon, the eyes as far as the eyes can see, the leaves are luxuriant, the mountains and rivers are warm, why don't you and I talk about wine and sleep together? May you and I be full of spirit when we come, and may you and I be raised in the wind when we are not.
Write at the end:
"At the end of the long day, I will come to you, and you will see my wounds, and you will know that I have been wounded and healed" – Tagore