I used to have two WeChat names. One day, the flowers were on the other side. One day, the rock.
Somehow I fell in love with the sadness of the flowers on the other side. Red as blood, gorgeous as chardonnay, the underworld in full bloom, beads in bloom. Flowers can't see leaves and leaves can't see flowers. Memories of past lives, no worries. Green leaves in spring, red flowers in autumn, flowers on the other side, manzhusha flowers. The road is long in Xiu Yuan, and the night is long in Xiu Yuan. Life is like a dream, and pain is a brake. It's a pity that when I openly entered the Nanjing classmate group, some students disliked the name too much, so they abandoned it and changed it to rock and roll, and promised her that it would never be replaced.
Rock and roll, because of QQ name, is just like Pu Wei. Appreciate the love between Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing in Peacock Flying Southeast, with the husband as a rock and the concubine as a reed. Puwei line is like silk, but the rock does not move. Women should be as soft and tough as Pu Wei, and men should be as thick as rocks. The name rock and roll just corresponds to Pu Wei. Searching for pictures on the Internet, I accidentally found a few fallen leaves, bleak and vicissitudes scattered on the surface of the cracked stone, and I fell in love with it inexplicably, so I gladly took it as my avatar.
I have been using this picture with confidence, and the years are quiet. Until one day, September 28th, 20 18, my classmate Nanjing, my good roommate, died of illness. I changed my head that day, thinking that I could bury all my sadness. I took a photo of two tiger puppets in my family with my mobile phone, which means that my girl and I are tigers, living in peace and living together.
This picture has been used for a year. 2065438+On September 28th, 2009, my friend avoided the New Year, and I changed my head again, taking a craft cabin she once gave me as a memory, and decided never to change my head again.
In fact, everyone's WeChat name and avatar have their own specific meanings and are her exclusive memories. Others can't interpret it, only oneself is unforgettable. A mood, a memory, or dusty, or nostalgic, each with its own flavor. It's just that some people are obviously, and some people play the lute half a time, which has a unique flavor. . .