1. At that time, I was naive and smiled and watched the clouds disappear and rise. Now I need to say goodbye, but I can't roll up a whirlpool of smiles. I recall us with sadness. I once lamented that ten years of cold window, short joy, long pain. However, in the past sadness, we were nourished by friendship. We used to comb in the vast sea of books, combining the molecular weight of life. It is still unpredictable. This is the pressure in the pen and the weight in the heart.
At this moment, it is really the weight of separation, which makes me afraid to look up at the sky, for fear of seeing it slowly fall into the sun and set west for a short time. However, we are still happy to be late. In this innocent age, tears don't allow us to visit the past, but we still can't bear to secretly look back in our leisure time.
2. In June, you arrived as scheduled again, wearing gray clothes and hiding from the sunset glow on the horizon. It was a season of cherry blossoms falling, and the sky in June suddenly became clear and gloomy. It was the moment when you waved goodbye to Qing Zen, and it was your smiling face with tears that passed away. It was a moment when the clouds were light and the wind was light, and it was a solidified picture.
3. I like to write quietly in the moonlight like water, telling the beautiful past, so that the light words are filled with the warmth of Jinse's fleeting years. The most beautiful scenery is not in the distance, but in the heart. The most beloved person can't be by his side, but he has been dreaming. He can't last forever, but he left a good time and strung up the fragrance of the past.
4. The cool wind blows deep and shallow green and thick and light red. I went through it as usual, never knowing that these beauties were better than precious dreams. I am a stupid passer-by, dreaming every day and never cherishing every minute when I wake up. I am also an excessive passer-by. I always hope that today or yesterday, they will go away with fragrance.
Their faces were frozen with happy smiles, and their smiles broke into my heart. My sadness finally burst its banks. The future is not a fertile soil, and no one can just dig out miracles from it. Confusion and hesitation are the heaviest baggage at present, on the road of chasing dreams.