Chapter 1: The fleeting years are like a small river, wandering around wantonly. The left bank is an unforgettable memory, the right bank is warm youth, and there is a touch of youth sadness flowing slowly in the middle …
A person walks quietly in the Woods, and the fallen leaves under his feet have lost their former colors and become withered without a trace of light. Picking up a fallen leaf and stroking its withered body, there is a kind of sadness, a kind of Cang Sang in years, and a kind of admiration from loyalty. The leaves and the wind blew away the green face, the rain washed away the dusty body, and the years left many scars on it. I, a person, just walk quietly on the edge of ups and downs, without the persistence of leaves, without the regret and dedication of leaves, without the firm waiting of leaves, waiting for her to turn into fertilizer one day and give her life for the cultivation of trees. What can I do for her? I hurt her. I released her hand. I am walking alone in pain and suffering. I ate my own tears. I gently turned my hand on the car. Rotation is like the memory of the past swinging back and forth in my heart. The clear and lively voice echoed in my ears, just like my long-closed heart was shouting. I wonder if she can hear my inner call in the distance? Do you also like me to remember every day, every moment, every minute of our time together? Every time, I am full of memories, remembering that I walked with you in the blooming flowers, remembering that I walked hand in hand with you by the green river, stroking your soft hair on the thin willow tree, embracing each other in the sunset, enjoying our feelings in the sunset, and interpreting warm, romantic and sweet times and years together.
You would rather cry bitterly than let me lose the smile on my face. You would rather face the difficulties alone than let me worry about you. You just care too much about me and want me to live happily, hide my pain and keep my sadness in my heart. What makes you so? What makes you so sad? Is it love? Is it love? Love and hate are intertwined, emotions are intertwined, and the love that is interrupted one after another makes people lose their direction. Love is the intersection of two people's hearts, love is the blend of two people's hearts and love …
The river flows slowly past me. Looking at the river wrinkled by the wind, I feel overwhelmed and sad. I seem to be getting farther and farther away from me in the water and finally disappear in front of me. The passing years have made me clear about my previous marriage. ...
Chapter 2: Sad Prose of Past Years Looking back, I always feel that too much time has passed. Like a meteor disappearing into the sky, incredibly fast. Although the meteor is beautiful and makes people want to stay, it does not exist for a long time.
When I stood in front of an abandoned building, I remembered me as a child. How naive I was then. On the first day of school, I asked my mother to accompany me to class. If my mother is not around, I will cry and not go to school. The front door of the kindergarten is old and rusty now, but it reminds me of it. Although I was young at that time, I took on the heavy responsibility of running a school. Rain or shine, I will come to the school to open the door on time, otherwise the students will not be able to enter the school.
When I saw the children playing happily on the slide, I couldn't help thinking of my first grade. Now the school is in ruins, only overgrown with weeds. But I will never forget that whenever the bell rings, I will rush out of the classroom and play this interesting slide. The students lined up one by one and there was laughter everywhere.
I can't help shivering when I see my classmates running in neat teams. I think of physical education class in the third grade, which was a painful and horrible physical education class. It was a scorching summer, the earth was baked by the sun, and the ice cubes could melt immediately when placed on the ground. An unexpected sentence came out of the teacher's mouth, took off his shoes and socks and ran three times on the playground. Oh, my God, there seems to be smoke on the runway. I have no choice but to listen to the teacher. The soles of my feet seem to be burnt, and the pain is unparalleled. I almost fainted. I can't walk for the next few days. Although the present school has become a kindergarten, I still can't forget this terrible experience.
When I was sorting out books, I suddenly found my classmates' records, and I always burst into tears when I opened them. I can't forget my life in the sixth grade of primary school. I can't forget science class. Although it is a science class, it is actually for our entertainment. Sometimes the teacher shows us movies, sometimes he reads books, and sometimes we discuss noisily. I can't forget the scene before the graduation exam. Students encourage and support each other. You can teach others what they don't understand, and it's always comforting to see their smiling faces. I will never forget the graduation ceremony. At that time, I really realized, "Are you happy or sad after graduation?" Meaning of. At that time, after the teacher awarded the prize, we left school for no reason. I really can't bear six years of childhood. It broke off like this after graduation. I can't forget my classmates and teachers, and I can't forget my study life with laughter.
The passing time is like broken glass. If you are not careful, you will cut your heart. Broken pieces can no longer be pieced together. ...
Chapter three: sad time. The fine sand of time leaks gently. We walked through the spring breeze and autumn rain and grew up slowly.
The gaudy youth time has gone away in a blink of an eye, and we are still intoxicated and unwilling to let go. Facing the years that fly to us, we are growing up bit by bit.
We shyly lifted the veil of the rainy season in the flower season and cautiously stepped into another bright sunshine. We embrace the world with the innocence of childhood and the romance of teenagers, only to find that reality is as crazy as a storm. We huddled in the corner with fragmented beliefs and gently licked the wounds on the paper. We don't understand why this happened. Isn't this the paradise we've been longing for?
We are not that beautiful butterfly, dancing in the air with the breeze and dead leaves. We are not convinced, fly with all our strength, burn our lives, and interpret the ethereal posture in summer flowers. That's our past, our dream. Cold air gently tears our delicate wings and scatters glass-like fragments to the cold earth. We feel black and blue in pain and don't want to ask why. Autumn smiled and said, summer has gone, gone far. ...
We are stubborn sparrows, standing on the cold eaves and gently shaking the snowflakes on our heads. We won't leave here, this is my dream. When the glittering and translucent fragments condense us into sculptures, lose our body temperature and fall down, we are confused. Is there anything wrong with our insistence?
We are crushed in this whirlpool again and again, and our hearts are broken again and again. Finally, we can wander freely here gradually. We know from the population that this is a colorful society, but there is no pure white.
Along the way, deep and shallow footprints are so long. What is shining at this distant starting point? Let's not look back! It's just a pile of debris. It is our broken faith. We don't need them. Because we have grown up.
From childhood intimacy to juvenile loyalty and blood, and then to growing up. We have lost a lot of things invisibly, but we know that everything is changing and we can't stay the same. In the face of fate, it is useless to be stupid and unable to resist. Some things are doomed to die because they don't adapt to the new world at all. We don't need to be silly. Let go of what should be put down. Although many people always say that they don't want to grow up, their youth is gone. Who can change it? Only by changing yourself and adapting can you survive, right?
Time goes by, don't think about it, the past youth. ...