When the wind speaks, it comes and goes. Poetry.

I think time flies so fast that it is hard to prevent. No matter how fast you chase, you can't keep up with the pace of time, and slowly begin to forget people and things that you once thought were important. Seeing that I am a senior three, I still seem a little unaccustomed, unaccustomed to being no longer a little girl, unaccustomed to the age gap with people around me after the Ninth Five-Year Plan and after zero zero zero, unaccustomed to the various pressures that people have to face when they reach middle age. ...

When I was still at school, I seemed to be studying hard. Actually, I've been thinking about it all day. In that restless and youthful adolescence, I had a crush on a boy in my class, and then I would secretly look at him from time to time. His every move touches his heartstrings, but he never dares to take the initiative to talk to people. Even his name is amazing, and he blushes and his heart beats every time he hears it. In the QQ space, he is full of gentle words and feelings. Will he judge himself when he sees it? And the boy who posted a full screen of roses on my message board. What does he want? The simplicity of that era is still hard to find now.

The love in the student days, from the youthful unrequited love in high school to the expectation of college. At that time, the opposite sex was much stronger than the same sex. The boys around me are naive, hardworking, sunny, handsome, humorous and warm ... but they can really get together and have a good love, depending on fate. When I was a sophomore, I met my first love, a tall Shuai Shuai boy with sweet dimples when he smiled. I still remember the first time he held my hand, his fingers clasped. I thought that meant being together forever. But less than three months, from the sweetness of love to heartache, it is very sad. Dumped, inexplicably dumped, never wanted to understand why we broke up. Just a short message, unilaterally ended the relationship.

I only remember that I texted him that night and called him crazily, but there was no response. I cried my eyes out, fell asleep, cried in my dreams, and woke up crying again. I think I really liked him at that time. I deleted all his contact information at first, but later I added it back because I couldn't forget it, and occasionally I paid attention to each other. I always wanted to ask him why he broke up in the first place. But that sentence has never been asked. It didn't seem to matter later.

Maybe it's because it's the first love. Although it's not long, it's still impressive. Later, I met some boys who knew themselves better, cared more about themselves and were more suitable for themselves, but they were not together. I feel that fate is not enough, and the appearance of the right person is just a sigh. When I was young, I thought love was just one after another. There are deep and shallow, and they are gradually drifting away. In the end, it will be forgotten a little. There won't be many that can really stay in your memory.

This fate in the world came when I said it, and left when I said it. I have never waited for anyone. Sometimes I think, there must be a next life. The unfinished fate in this life will continue in the next life, good or bad, and will continue in the next life. The person who is entangled with you in this life may be the fate that you didn't end in your last life. Therefore, try to be kind to everyone who comes to you in this life, don't owe too much in this life, and you have to pay them back one by one in the next life. Get married well, even if we meet again in the next life, it is better to say you are here with a smile.

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