No one is forever 17 years old, but some people are forever 17 years old.
I often think of our youth. It's really a strange thing. The short body just drags a long tail, swaying like wings, and refuses to leave for a long time.
17 years old, the tail of youth is short and gray; Just like the last note of a piano piece, no matter how high the tone is, the ending is disappearing and leaving.
17 stories always start with the happiest tone on a sunny day, just as the storyteller really doesn't know how sad the ending will be.
The flower season is simple.
We used to be simple children, and we hope to be simple all our lives. If we can choose, we would rather never understand what we didn't understand before.
We are all angels with one wing. Only by embracing them can we fly.
I don't have the courage to break my wings, but I can't fly anywhere.
Good friends should not only draw out their swords to help each other at critical moments, but also share their secrets without hesitation and make sacrifices for each other at any time.
I have always been an orphan in a beautiful world, lonely, lonely and persistent. Once you encounter warmth, you are doomed to be defeated.
I am running all the way, eager to find a face similar to mine in the crowded and hurried crowd. She and I have a similar fate. I can see the reference of my own destiny in her, and I am no longer so hasty.
I finally became less clever, and I finally began to believe things I didn't believe before. When the storm passed, I still kept my friendship for the rest of my life. After watching all the flowing scenery, I began to like myself, the original myself.
Flower season ☆ memories
I have the ending and the process, and I feel greedy if I pester myself again.
Remember what should be remembered, forget what should be forgotten, change what can be changed, and accept what cannot be changed.
Happiness is held in the left hand, memories are held in the right hand, and flowers are unbeaten. ...
The feeling of waiting is a little hate and a little sadness. But it's definitely not a bad feeling.
Never need to remember, never forget.
The wind, blowing the broken time, I saw the loneliness in the distance and burst into tears.
Those flowers are in full bloom and scattered.
If we can't be together forever, at least give us the courage to miss and the right to hug, and let me understand my inner traces.
Flower season ☆ forgetting
Some things, some people, do you really want to forget?
The most painful thing is that if something disappears, it will disappear forever, and it will never come back, but it will leave a thin and sharp needle stuck in your heart and can't be pulled out. If it wants to hurt you, you have to hurt it.
The hourglass remembers the time we forgot. ...
The hourglass is reversed and repeated, and the pain of life is relieved from experience after experience. How many 99 seconds are there in life? How much courage does it take to bear the pain again and again?
99 seconds, a comfortable night. ...
Some things, some people, if they really want to forget, will definitely forget.
In fact, nothing can be forgotten. No matter how beautiful and unforgettable the past is, it is just the past. As for disaster and pain, it should probably be like this.
Some things, some people, when you want to forget, are just reproduced in your heart!
The road you have traveled and the people you have loved can all flow away in the long river of time. Only the fragrance of time leaves colorful traces, life is in a hurry, and forgetting is intertwined in memory. Isn't love hate? ...
I make myself so crazy, but I know sadly that everything is in vain.
Flower season ☆ growth
I grew up because I relied on a memory that only I remember. Long enough to face all the ups and downs in the world bravely.
I always like the afternoon sunshine. It makes me believe that everything in this world will turn for the better, and I believe that fate is generous and beautiful. We will grow up eventually, and grow up quietly with a feeling of no regrets. In the final analysis, growth is a kind of happiness.
Growth is like this, painful and happy. You have to accept all the harm that the world has brought you, and then grow up without fear.
Silent ending, memories show that years will filter sadness and be evaporated by life. I grew up in pain. ...
I have you by my side in my life, never give up, never give up, never despair.
I can't leave you; I deserve to be vulnerable.
Accept the pain of loss and face the lonely days.
Flower season ☆ life
The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is ten feet high. In this world, who can say who is whose savior?
Who is whose savior? No one, in the misplaced emotion, we can only pay for our own pain, which is extremely painful and can't blame others.
We, curtain call. The new curtain will be opened again. Life is like this, right? End, start, start again, end again ... no matter what, we will go forward with our own disasters and happiness and never look back.
There are not so many assumptions in life. Reality is a real slap in the face There is no doubt that there is pain on your face, but you can only go on.
When you make a decision that you think is absolutely right, reality gives you a heavy slap in the face-this is God teaching you how to bow your head.
Friendship is actually like love. Many times, distance can make the other person understand. And life, in this way, took us to other places together. Never come back. It will never be that point again.
One scene after another in life, as long as you go on stage, no one wants to step down before the play is over. Otherwise, you will pay a painful price for it. Don't believe it? You can try.
Flower season * reality
Time will only grow old, but time will never deceive us.
Reality is a real slap in the face, hitting you in the face, shouting pain is meaningless, only going forward.
There are many injustices in this world. You think you can rely on it, but you can't trust it. What you think protects you never belongs to you.
I dance on the tip of the knife, heavy or light, from the soles of my feet to my heart, which is a kind of spreading pain after all.
There are not many things that belong to you in this world, and now they have completely disappeared. You have nothing to hide in this crazy rain, but you can only run desperately in an unknown direction with tears mixed with rain, heading for that endless road.
When I look at the sky, I don't like talking anymore. Whenever I speak, I dare not look at the sky again.
Who knows that everything changed its direction on the way, and after countless parting and meeting, youth turned into a butterfly and flew away, and finally left in despair in the sea that could never cross the border.
Reading a story book from beginning to end is like knowing a person from beginning to end. It's actually quite difficult.
People are like ups and downs in the deep sea. Waves of sea water are rushing with pressure, trying to drown themselves deeply and then drown.
Flower season * love
I know that no matter where I go, you will stay with me. Cry with me, laugh with me, wait with me, blossom with me.
Listen to your favorite song quietly, and the person you like looks at it from a distance.
Although the hand you held has been separated, you will live in my heart forever with your childhood. As long as you are happy.
We live in the same warm water area, and may occasionally be entangled by aquatic plants, but because of each other's warm breathing, I believe that none of them will be knots. If I say I love you, I will love you forever. I wonder if you will believe me?
Love is a war. I'm not afraid of getting hurt. I'm afraid you are unhappy.
In a love scene, there is always a leading role and a supporting role. Tired will always be the protagonist, injured will always be the supporting role.
I thought I was strong and romantic, maybe every girl who fell in love early would think so. In fact, I won't know until later, because I can't bear such a load, because I haven't reached that age yet.
In the sweet and fragile love, we are constantly practicing, losing, bearing, missing, and moving towards our final and established ending in the constant preheating of repeating high and low.
I will still believe that the stars can talk, the stones will bloom, and you will finally arrive after crossing the fence in summer and the wind and snow in winter.
A temperature of 25℃. Air with a PH of 7. Sunshine with a density of 80‰. On the whole, it was a perfect day. However, what if I didn't meet you?
Flower season * deep sleep
If I fall asleep, please don't wake me up ...
Sleepy, let me go back to sleep. ...
In fact, a person is really easy to change, but some things have some feelings, but they can't be changed anyway.
A failure is nothing, and a wrong choice is nothing. You have to believe that in this world, there are always people who care about you and want you to be happy.
A little lonely, a little painful, a little publicity, a little overwhelmed, a little need comfort. All right, open it. Kind of beautiful.
Soft gold flowed down from the green leaves, and the flowers were silent.
We are all so old, from one end of time to the other, please don't say goodbye, there is no need to say goodbye.
Flower season ☆ vacation
We should all face the sun and live proudly.
And I will leave and fly to the blue sky with my kite.
I know, we will all leave and never come back.
Goodbye, maybe never, my stubborn pursuit, only I can see, but I hope I am right.
She won't disappear. It is only time that disappears. And the disappearing time will make the once wounds bloom white and magnificent flowers and stand in the purest posture, which will be the best proof that we have been warm to each other.
If they have eyes on the last day, they will meet again somewhere in a certain year, month and day, and all the unpleasantness in the past will be washed away and a brand-new story will be started.