(1) Next protocol
Memory is covered, and time can't be dug out.
Lush years gallop, fleeting, like fleeting time, walking and passing each other. Flowers bloom on the other side, phenol red rain, warmth once floated away, so warm!
Wandering around, flowing clouds and moonlit nights are gone forever.
Leave soon, with this memory, go to the next appointment.
(2) At that time, the flowers were just right and youth was growing.
Fingertips are green and red, and at that moment, the flowers bloom just right. We are young, and our youth is growing. An encounter brought all corners of the country together. Many people say it's fate, but they admit each other verbally, but they don't feel anything in their hearts!
At that time, I was still young. I just felt that fate and emotion were meaningless empty talk in others' mouths and I couldn't let it go in my heart.
Then, four long years passed. We only met for the first time yesterday, only met yesterday, and dozed off again and again in class yesterday. Just yesterday, I met each other, met fate, made friends and said hello. On the contrary, today is farewell and separation.
Those days, inadvertently, were left in the corner.
Now, the past is the past!
(3) the silent moonlit night, no noise.
I hear the wind spinning in my ear, the rustling ground and the messy leaves in autumn; Accustomed to watching the clouds at any time, watching the clouds in the sky, wandering in the blue night sky, decorating the New Year with moonlight; The bright moon is in the sky, the strings are quiet, and you can't hear the noise around you. On such a quiet night, I miss you all the way without sadness.
Drowned the aura of the years and left memories on such a quiet night.
I used to sweat like rain on the long runway, and I used to complain repeatedly on the deserted street corner; I am sad alone and feel helpless; I was confused and naive.
However, today, it has become a lingering and unforgettable memory.
Quiet moonlit night, put your heart.
Do silent questions.
(4) Make a noise, have fun and forget the sadness.
In winter in Xia Chunqiu, cold comes and summer goes. After a long time, it becomes a bowl of syrup. Once unhappy, confused and gone. Instead, it was a sad parting.
This feast never leaves each other. Abandon the usual, or perverse and domineering, or look at each other coldly, or hostile, or inconsistent words, or uncompromising little thoughts. The only thing that is good for each other and integrated into it is disappointment and faint parting.
Make a hullabaloo about, annoying; A battle, a battle.
The last thing left is memories.
Memory is not old, and youth is not dead.
Forget the sorrow, miss each other!
(5) The road ahead is vast, and youth will be placed.
Sadness, Happy Valley, this parting is hard and long.
Each of us has gone to another place with a bright future. Or rich and brilliant, or sad and hard to say; Or make a living, or shine; Or he stopped repeatedly because he was not deeply involved in the world, or he was lucky because of Lu Yu's noble feng shui.
Life is different, and in the years to come, we finally raise our glasses, say hello and tell an anecdote.
However, time flies, fleeting.
Years are long, flowers are long, and there will still be our youth. In that dead time, in that dark corner, when we come back, we will put it away gently.
When we meet and bloom, the moment is eternity!