? You are love, warmth and hope. You are in April on earth.
"After a farewell, the suspense between the two places was only in March and April. In 1956, the lyre was unintentionally played, and the eight-character script was impossible. The nine-ring chain was interrupted, and the ten-mile pavilion was in a hurry, and all thoughts were lost. The strange lang was helpless. I can't say a thousand words, I am bored, I look up at the lonely goose, and the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is not round. " Once, the beautiful love story of Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru touched many people. They were impressed by Zhuo Wenjun's profound talent, but they felt wronged for her. They don't think she needs to elope with Sima Xiangru, because Sima Xiangru is not worth it. Finally, when Sima Xiangru saw this letter, he gave up the idea of divorcing his wife and went his own way.
? Who missed the most beautiful scenery, who ran aground in his era, who bloomed in that life for whom, indulged in youth and died wantonly. ...
? In junior high school, I was young and ignorant. At that time, I knew nothing. I like someone very carefully, afraid of being rejected and being discovered by the other party. So everything is well hidden, not that the other person is not good enough, but that I don't think I deserve him, so I decided to be good enough for him from then on, just like that sentence, "He was the best at that time, and I was not the best at that time. We ...
When did you like him? Maybe I am deeply proud of him when he speaks as my deskmate, as my monitor and as a class student representative. Probably from the first time he held my wrist, even when he tried to push down my cup, his hands were warm, and I could feel the warmth coming from his wrist through the cloth. Then I might like him.
? At that time, he was a little introverted and not very good at communicating with people, so his classmates gave him an unpleasant nickname. Once I quarreled with him, in order to annoy him, I said that nickname and looked at him with a look of beating. At that time, I thought, "I just like you and don't like me. You can't treat me like anything." It's funny to think about it now, but in fact he is a good man who studies hard, is indifferent and doesn't communicate with others. When I don't understand the questions and don't want to attend class, he will remind me that when I have questions I don't understand, he will teach me patiently, and I won't teach again until I understand them. So because of him, I fell in love with math and got used to using a black pen. Because of him, my youth is not so lonely. Thanks to him.
? At that time, in order to catch up with his pace, I studied hard, but with little effect. Later, under the constant blow of setbacks, I gradually lost my way in the pursuit and became my most annoying appearance. Now, many years later, I feel stupid at that time. Why didn't I persist at that time? Now I am getting farther and farther away from him. Now I regret it. His life is destined to be colorful, but I don't want to be one of him. I hope he remembers me and doesn't forget me, so I will try to catch up with him. Although it is a little far, I will stick to it until my years are over and time flies.
? I am very lucky and happy, because he was young. Although time will never return to that summer, I still thank him for leaving me such a deep memory that I can still think of him when I am lonely, the summer we walked together, and the year when we were all young and carefree.
? Although time has polished us smooth and straight, we are no longer each other in memory. Perhaps this secret love that has never started and will end will flow away in a hurry, and only ourselves will change.
? To this day, I am still thinking that if I can work harder, work harder and stick to it, maybe the gap between me and him will not be so far away. I am sorry that I didn't exist in his youth, but I was a passer-by in his life. Fortunately, we all bloomed and disappeared in each other's junior high school years, but those years gradually precipitated in the changes of the times.
? Now the little girl who only talks about what's going on in the world and talks big without considering other people's feelings is gone. On the contrary, she is a sensible girl who learns to put herself in others' shoes and will think of others. In fact, she doesn't even realize that you have changed in the precipitation of years and become more than just us. The earth is also a change of seasons, in exchange for a guardian and a stability; Time is also changing, it won't wait for you, let alone pause; The world is changing, too, and it goes round and round every day. Birth, old age, illness and death are the normal state, and everyone who disappears gradually is to welcome the arrival of the next person.
? Time goes by like a railroad track. Standing by the railroad tracks, we watched our youth rumble past like a train, leaving a fragmented memory. Every youth is a fairy tale with no ending. We have been there, and we deeply miss it.
? The wind blows the fleeting time as trivial as a flower, and your bright smile is swaying, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my life. Looking at the sky, the snow and the change of seasons, I know that if there is no parting, there will be no attachment to grow up after all.
? Listen to Yin Feng's songs and watch Bloom's songs. In fact, I have been watching you, listening to Yin Feng and watching Bloom, but I can't resist your warm smile. A smile from you fills me with the whole season.
Goodbye is for the hope of tomorrow, not for never seeing you again.