-Read Shu Ting's "Don't forget me"
"A door/opens,/closes again" traces of love in the dream, "wake up and smooth one by one", and the door of reason cuts off the emotional madness that is out of control.
A blue-purple flower-forget me, quiet as a flame jumping in the night, strong but elegant; Quietly in a corner of the world, it exudes its own fragrance, but it also interprets the separation of love and hate.
Is a ray of sunshine, intoxicated by the spring breeze in March, is a flame, burning moths without regrets. The ruthless years carved by the type can't stop the excitement in July. Accidental glance, the moment when the little book slipped through my fingers, time returned to the brilliant season of "Forget Me", the world where butterflies danced wildly. It's just that the meteor came in a hurry and the soul came out of the body, and it has returned to the season of love in silence. Laughing yellow leaves are flying in the autumn wind; Flying and splashing misty autumn rain together, bending down together to count the pairs of footprints after winter snow; Peer, the soul is there, smile at each other, and the central idea will be clear ... "A beautiful elopement" was suddenly completed.
In the vicissitudes of life, love is still precipitated in the loss of years. The memory of youth-forget me, which has been air-dried, is still rich and vivid in the beating heart, just like waking up a dream that has been sleeping for hundreds of years.
That season is the most splendid season in flower of life. Just because there is sour, sweet and dull pain, it is full of beauty. Enough is enough. Only in the season of love can the journey of life pass very well.
Picking up the blue-purple petals reveals the exquisite beauty, which hides 1000 stories and 10,000 beautiful dreams. Scatter all the petals, let them fly in mid-air, fall in everyone's heart, and whisper: Who has forgotten me? Who did I forget?
Love in youth is like "Forget Me" in a book. It glided quietly once, but it was gently filled with a feeling of silence. I have a small crack in the corner of my heart and my white wings are trembling. I want to sue.