Smoke and rain are confused, such weather can always evoke many similar memories, why can we be so simple at that time? Melancholy under the ginkgo tree and expecting a good person, or stir up a splash of water with stones by the dingdong river, unbridled longing.
Carrying the guitar in his thoughts
Always looking forward to, looking forward to a chance encounter, inadvertently the four eyes of the hand, that moment seems to penetrate the soul, leaving a deep mark, naïve to think that it is unforgettable, loyal love.
Always in the slightly cold season, with the tide of thoughts, like rheumatism, like sorrow, like resentment, like eagerness, like worry, can not suppress, can not stop, pain, happiness... It all depends on his or her smile, a smile, a word, a look back.
Review
What a wonderful season, what a full youth, what a simple thought, how pure emotion.
But it is purely from the silly, and persistently stupid. You are foolishly moved, I am moved by silly efforts, and you and I are always mixed with a faint daffodil-like purity of shyness.
Shy
When we sing melodiously, when we confess from the bottom of our hearts, that moment, it has long been doomed, that emotion, has long been irrepressible, that moment without regret and stubbornly think that this life without regret and wantonly squander the youth fireworks that belong to us and are just as silly!!
What a beautiful rhythm, like flowing water. What a nostalgic memory, like the fragrance of flowers, enriches the soul.
Then it was so simple, because the mind was undistracted, because of attachment, because of true desire, because it was not so complicated.
Yellow
At that time, there was no regret, because we were simple, so there was no regret, and now there is still no regret, fortunately, we were simple at that time, because we were simple, so there were so many emotions, so pure.