If I forget your tender taste

I unexpectedly received your blessing today: are you okay? This sentence touched a memory that I didn't want to mention! I've been thinking about it for 20 years. Without your news, we have been through countless ups and downs over the past two decades! When I look back, my memory is still there. If there are only memories left in my life, I will spend my whole life searching for traces of you. Wandering people, their hearts have already withered, because they are waiting for the desolate death oath, waiting for the unfulfilled promise, waiting for the dormant and quietly dry long-cherished wish.

Let these three thousand moss turn into my tenderness, and let the breeze blow away my countless thoughts and greetings for you. Who can solve all difficulties and dangers? Use skills to float in the column of strangers, ask your heart, have you ever thought about it? Ten thousand tender feelings are reserved for you, waiting for you to go to your best friend. A ray of love, a piece of paper covered with wounds. Time hurts, the clouds disappear, tears can't find a reason to hesitate, and my heart begins to grow old. The passage of time is the unchanging past; the tenderness of the past is too vague to grasp it with all its strength; the pale smile, still hanging on the corner of the mouth, is like a weathered rock, not knowing when it will be blown away by the wind . classic article

When you come, wait quietly on the road, the past will still make people intoxicated and feel the breath of the long absence. Missing seems to have spanned thousands of years, just because of your tenderness, it once bloomed in this season. The tea of ​​the years is like a dream after prosperity, spreading the beauty of the third generation, but the amazing moment is like a flash of happiness, leaving the pain of the third generation.

I think I can let go of the best things and forget those happy moments. Classic articles can betray me when I see you again, but my blurry eyes have betrayed me. Tears have lost eyes. Maybe the sadness is real, but the tears are fake. Those so-called tears are just a way to release sadness. They are never forgotten, so let it go.

The wind blew away the dust of loneliness and the eternity of that moment. They say the wind is ruthless and leaves no trace after the wind passes. However, some people will find that the dewdrops left on the leaves exude the desire of morning light and represent hope; while some people can understand the mood when the wind leaves. Perhaps, the wind is the saddest. I remember a friend once said: "My departure was not a betrayal, but you did not leave me a corner where I could stand." Therefore, I could only linger tiredly. "It's a very helpless story. Yes, maybe you can see the bleakness when I leave. But have you ever seen that crystal drop of water drop from the corner of my eye when I turn around? How did I go through the vicissitudes of life? the sea?

After all kinds of wind and rain, quietly guarding the fading oath, let the surging thoughts fall on your fingertips, depicting your vague and flat face, every description is like a withered petal, powerless in the wind The ground falls, entwining the fragrance of the entire courtyard, mourning the fragrance of the entire courtyard. Will the last chapter of your story be rewritten if time does not travel faster than the distance of your heart? If time returns to the original streets, will our original vows also be blown away like that gust of wind? If I Forget your gentle taste, will my memory return to that weird smile?