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Time is not old, we will meet again
Time flies, the white horses pass by, and it is forty-seven years in a flash, and we reunite. When we left school that year, the graduation ceremony for the grade was simple and boring, with no warm hugs and farewells, and no photos. When leaving the campus , my classmates asked the class teacher to go to the photo studio and take a picture. When the spotlight flashed, the youthful , youthful and energetic appearance of the classmates was fixed in the graduation photos. Today, after the baptism of wind and rain and the tempering of the years, many of us have frosted temples and wrinkled faces. We no longer have the youthful romance and vigor of youth, but among us we have On a mature and steady, more experience of the world. The years are like songs, the vicissitudes of life in the world, we have experienced many, many things are also far away from us.
By huangxiaoone3 years ago in Humans
It's always a miss
Yesterday, I read a short story about nostalgic junior high school posted by someone I liked in junior high school. It recorded his comments on some people with deep memories, and I also saw that I knew it all the time, but refused to accept it from the bottom of my heart. The truth that he likes another person, there are so many clues in the past, so many obvious things can tell the truth that the person he likes is her, but I would rather make excuses to deceive myself, and now he gives a frank answer, He said it when he let it go. Should I let go too? It was only today that I realized the memories I thought were unforgettable . He may have forgotten it long ago . I have no words in his short stories . Maybe A few years later, all he remembered was my name, I was just an actor, and shed his own tears in his story, a vague shadow that never made a fuss in his youth , and he didn't know and would never. I don't know, he appeared a lot in my story and took up a lot of space. I wrote him into my story because he passed by my heart. You are passing by with the spring breeze, and you take the autumn water to sweep the galaxy. Now it seems that all the stories are just love, Yishui people go, the moon is like frost.
By huangxiaoone3 years ago in Motivation
Time shallow edge to have you
Life is alive, and the grass and trees are in autumn. Flickering, flickering, in an instant. You and I are as light as a cloud of smoke, as small as a speck of dust. But it is the countless little you and me who have lit thousands of lights and illuminated the whole world. Life and death, honor and disgrace, rise and fall in this world have never been controlled by people, but we will never lose our time and ourselves, guarding the grass and trees, guarding the clouds and water, and interpreting the legends from generation to generation.
By huangxiaoone3 years ago in Families
