Who's with me? There are no lovers, only friends, good friends when I was young. We read books together, read new concept compositions written by our peers and relax our ideals. Now, they have all left this place, only I am the nearest, but after I came here to work, I never want to come here again, because my love, my first love, is buried here. Since then, I have been reluctant to come here for many years. It was a foggy morning, and then I left in a panic, with regret and sadness. At that time, the sky was blue, the sky was clear and I was confused. Anyway, I can't get out of some puzzles, so this is my paradise and the place where I told the river. I stepped on the grass and turned from green to yellow, which is where I often come; Looking at the flowing river, from west to east, does my love die elsewhere like you? And my dream, how to grow up and whether it can be realized, is still an illusion. No one told me this, and no one will tell me this. My anguish and hesitation are still floating here, and where will they go? A few years later, I drifted back to my hometown, drifted back here, and landed in this place that I missed day and night. During that depressing time, I missed this place so much that my trembling heart and overwhelmed tears were gentle places. Finally came back, looking forward to it, but reluctant to part with it. I hope to see what it looks like, whether it is still a river in my heart, and whether I can still swim here; I can't bear the old scars and new injuries. They will bind me together and make me a slave to my soul. I'm still standing in this place. I've changed, and so has this place. I have less naive fantasies about life, more worries, less impossible dreams and more life experiences and sorrows, because I can't bear to mention it again because I have one person missing in my heart. Who knew this would happen? Over time, it recreates our thoughts and emotions, as well as our hearts and appearances. From then on, I understood that love is not a child's play, playing with fire and setting yourself on fire, and the purpose of love is marriage. Now, I understand and accept this reality. The people who accompany me all my life are not people who love me, but companions and childhood playmates, not to mention feelings, but people who accompany me and will not feel lonely and helpless. It's changed here, too Trees have been planted on the originally unobstructed grassland. Look at the tall and straight branches for many years, and there are too many stones piled up on the hillside. They won't play football here. I can only see the river through the trees.
Standing on the dam and lingering in the beautiful scenery here, it has changed, but my love for her has not changed. The ups and downs will be like my ups and downs, drifting with the tide. The water in the river is like my tears. Did you give up on me and turn it into a drop of river for me to see after countless painful nights? Why are there so many rivers flowing through? Why have I shed so many tears? Is it because no one can collect them that they flow to the distant sea? The ship is drifting. Where is your harbor? Would you like to stay here for the rest of your life? You decorated my dreams, but I didn't decorate others' dreams. None of the boys I love really love me, which is my sorrow and misfortune. If there were, I wouldn't be in this situation. My heart is broken, broken, broken into glass, stinging all over my body. Here, it soothes my lost heart It is as calm as the river and as light as the silver feathers of waterfowl. The wind blew through my face, moist and smooth, and it felt great. My heart is also much better. You suffered so much without saying anything. I want to thank you, really. So I won't tell anyone, even my future husband, that this place is my paradise of freedom, and I don't want others to disturb my thinking and thinking about life.
Many years ago, I thought I would never come to this place, but I came anyway, because I love it deeply!