Youth without regrets
When you are young, if you love someone.
Please be gentle with her.
No matter how long you have been in love.
If you can always be gentle with each other
Then all the moments will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part, say goodbye.
And be grateful.
Thank her for giving you a souvenir.
You won't know until you grow up.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment has no regrets.
Like a quiet late moon on the mountain.
Xi Murong said: "When I was young, I wrote poetry because of loneliness, perhaps because of my desire for beauty;" When he is old, he writes poetry because he can't calm the turmoil in his heart; When you are old, you become brave because you write poems with melancholy. "
Youth is always confused, only in old age can it be understood, but this understanding is always after who disappears. What life gives us will eventually end, knowing that we may miss you, but we are too confident that our meeting will not be a tragedy.
Mullen has always been a woman who pursues beauty and always looks back because she doesn't want to forget those beautiful things. When she was young, she had such a young love affair, that kind of faint sadness that went away. In the love she constructed, the heroine always realized something after a painful love:
Before that, you didn't know you would have it; After that, you will forget what you once had. ?
Perhaps the love in Mullen's mind is the kind of feeling that comes naturally. There is no reason to say it, and there is no way to interpret it. However, there is a kind of fate, which is only understood afterwards, and it is only after it is lost that it begins to be sad. Perhaps the laughter he left you has become a discrete and withered heart. There are no flashy words. She just warns you like an outsider: If you love someone, please be gentle with her.
Maybe love begins with two people falling in love, and the last one doesn't love, and the other one still loves. Even the tragic death of a moth, in the end, can only live on ashes. Perhaps, you have been searching for such a person for many years, and even if you are ecstatic when you meet him, you can't find a reason to love that person.
Maybe last year, you walked through many places hand in hand, hugged each other at the station, stuffed snacks into each other's mouths, expressed your love in various ways, and said to her, "We will be together forever! One year, what is it? " But one day, I no longer have the courage to ask, "Do you still love me next year?"
However, no matter how short or long the love time is, if you can't help but cherish it, there will always be a bitter memory. Mullen said, "In fact, this feeling will always be in your life."
"If you have to part, say goodbye." Many things seem to be lost after many years. Now you say goodbye to your ex, knowing that he will fill your memory in the future, but now you say forget it. From then on, there is a corner hidden in your youth, thinking that you can be free and easy with your back to it, but no matter how many years, sadness will still be there. The environment is changing, so are you. All the changes seem to hurt you, but every time I think of an afternoon, or an evening when a breeze is singing, when I suddenly find someone in the crowd, I find that it has already become a mistake. Everything is changing, but the memory is unchanged, and there is a heart that refuses to forget.
Regret for a long time, maybe you can't remember the beginning. "Everything that comes will pass, and the past will not come back." We all know that what God gave us may be a failure, but why do we indulge in the joy of meeting and the sadness of parting? Youth can't be without regrets, but Mullen wants us to know that our regrets can't be the only weight in life, and we shouldn't just bear the lost regrets. There are always lingering memories, always reluctant to go, and suddenly look back. If there are still warm memories, we will find that life is perfect and beautiful.
It's just a plain warning and a gentle reminder, but every time I read Mullen's poems, it's always warm. Sometimes, there is a sense of sadness all over the mountains and suddenly becomes another kind of comfort.
Whether we are laughing, running or crying; No matter how much we regret who we missed; No matter what life really wants to give us is the beginning or the end, under all the joys and pains, life will still pass quietly and never return. All the good things we thought we would lose, for us, are always there.
Regret, perhaps because there is no opportunity, even if there are all kinds of attachments, time flies, there is no regret.