If we are willing to go back in time, maybe you will suddenly find something you never had, let alone lost it. Start all over again.
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There are many kinds of encounters in the world, and the best thing is to meet you in my most beautiful years; There are many kinds of love in the world, and the sweetest thing is that you have engraved me in your heart at the moment I fell in love with you. In fact, the best meeting and the sweetest love never happened to me, but I always naively thought I had it. Now I feel that I am so stupid that I would rather be cheated than face the reality.
Maybe, you don't know, I am hiding in the corner of a certain time, missing your smile, and sometimes, hiding somewhere, practicing what I want to say to you over and over again. At that age, we always like to have some dreams in our spare time, either beautiful or sad. Those youthful dreams have become a thing of the past, and all the troubles of this season are scattered on a windy afternoon.
At that time, I stubbornly believed that those years when I shed tears were just my own story. When all this happened, there was no hysterical crying and remorse, nor did Qin E dream of breaking Qin Louyue's sadness and sigh. Facing the past that he could never go back, he had to turn around and leave with sincere wishes. Young people, we naively thought that it was only a short period of time, and only when it passed did we realize that it was actually our most precious youth. Many times, once you turn around, it's a lifetime. We just understand this fact now.
Sometimes we are afraid that people around us will leave, not because we are afraid of loneliness, but because we have gradually become accustomed to the company of others. A heart is too small to hold too many people, but if a person is willing to put you in his heart, it means that you are really important to him. I don't know what to think of the story between you, and I don't know much about it. You just accidentally mentioned it to me. I don't care too much, and I can't say too much. Everyone has his own choice. I can't interfere with any of your decisions, and I don't want to interfere. Just like I can't listen to any of your suggestions and explanations, what should come will come eventually. Some things, destiny takes a hand, no one can avoid. Sometimes when I see your disappointed eyes and depressed mood, I don't have too many words of comfort, just give you peace and let you think about life calmly.
Every story has a beginning, and of course it has an end. I don't know how many endings a story will have, and I haven't thought about it. I don't like to spend my precious time imagining those empty endings. Of course, you can think I don't have much imagination In my eyes, I think people who write stories are the most pathetic, because they can often design the beginning of the story by themselves, but they can never know how the ending of the story will develop. Perhaps, everyone who writes stories will be hurt more or less and will experience more than ordinary people. I never thought I would fall in love with these short stories, and I never thought I would record them. People who know me will actually know that I have no patience. Many times, I just like to be a quiet spectator, but I never want to discuss other people's lives carefully.
One afternoon, sitting quietly on the grass, I remembered the past that I didn't want to mention. Those memories that should have been dusty by the years were blown by this breeze, and the memories pieced together by countless pictures made me unable to calm down any more. Our story takes place on campus. At that time, there were footsteps on the track and field. At that time, every time I was unhappy, you would accompany me to run there for a few laps. You just listen to me all the time and always play a good listener. You always say you have something unhappy, just say it. I do it every time. When we are free, we will share some interesting things that happened recently, and then we will laugh freely. Perhaps time really flies. In a flash, we are both sophomores. Compared with last year, I have no more time to play with you. Maybe I grew up, so I learned to be responsible for many things. I still remember the head teacher in high school said that we should go our own way after all, and no one will always help you, so we should learn to bear it ourselves. So I chose responsibility, chose growth and learned to be brave. I have changed this year, so have you, and we are getting farther and farther away.
Some people say that beautiful things are always used for memories, but I don't want to put them into memories at all. Living in memories is not my choice. I remember I didn't have a computer at that time. You help me type every article I write into an electronic manuscript with the keyboard. You help me sort out those manuscripts and send them to Sister Li. You like my Rain Dream. Every time I read what I wrote, I would talk a lot and of course give me some good suggestions. You often say that it is good to write what you want to write most, but time has taught me to disguise, so the stories in the text are always mixed with falsehood, which makes it difficult to guess. Those who know are easy to understand, and those who don't understand naturally don't understand the meaning.
I never thought that one day we would become strangers without any language communication. I think this kind of situation usually only exists for lovers who break up. However, we are not lovers, and it is certainly impossible to break up. I don't know what kind of life you want. You asked me more than once, and I didn't know how to answer, so I kept silent. Not wanting to talk doesn't mean I don't have ideas, but sometimes I think my ideas are ridiculous and unrealistic. I always remember those words you wrote on my space message board, which were very warm and touching, but let me delete them in a quiet night without trace.
This year, we rarely ask about each other's lives and live at our own pace every day. But asking doesn't mean I don't care. Watching you change day by day, I don't know whether to be happy or sad, but as your friend, I don't want you to be more and more decadent. I still remember how enthusiastic you were. Every time I feel wronged and lost, you will accompany me, encourage me by my side and support me unconditionally. Every time I want to give up because I am afraid of failure, you make me feel confident again, and you teach me patiently; When I can't sleep for many reasons, it is you who chat with me, enlighten me and tell me jokes ... you give me some positive energy and teach me to grow up. You always help me unconditionally in this strange environment. I was really unforgettable in those years, but the good times were always so short that I left me before I learned to cherish them. Now, I long for you to be yourself again. The depraved life may make you feel relaxed for a while, but you will eventually be smoothed by the water chestnut of time.
Gu Cheng once said: "I have never been known by anyone, so I have not been forgotten by anyone. Living in other people's memories is not my purpose. " I don't know who knows me, nor how many people will remember me in many years. Now I don't dwell on these problems. I am the protagonist of my life. Why should I stick to other people's world and make myself black and blue? I have told you more than once that you have changed and become my stranger. I don't know what you have experienced in the past year, but I'm surprised at such a big change. Now you are not as strong and sunny as before. I can't see any positive energy in you anymore. What you said convinced me before, but now it seems that your words don't carry as much weight in my eyes as before. You used to be a good listener, and I will tell you forever. Now I'm playing the role you once played, and I don't want to say anything anymore. Maybe I have nothing to say, but I just want to listen to you. Whatever the reason, I am glad that you gave me the greatest help when I was most confused and helpless, so I also hope that I can take you out of confusion when you were most helpless.
I am a strong girl, sometimes I just want to live proudly and surpass myself step by step, so I seldom look back at my past life. I don't like to stop moving forward, not because I don't want to stop, because I also want to rest when I am tired, but every time I think of the sentence I read many years ago-"When you are resting, don't forget that there are still many people running hard." I have to summon up courage to chase my dream again. Perhaps because of this, I often get hurt, but I don't care so much, because I can heal myself by immersing myself in the world of words. I like to write some stories, whether true or not, but it can record my mood at the moment and what I have seen and heard in my life. I think this is a kind of happiness.
There are always some friends around us who leave. Maybe at the moment they leave, we will feel sad, but I believe that time is a good medicine to heal emotional wounds. Sometimes we don't need to care so much about the people who have left, maybe sometimes we will wait until one day to meet again. I think whether those friends who have left will come back to us or not, we should live our lives well and don't need to live in memories all the time, which will have no value and significance. When you miss this flower sea, don't always complain and regret. What we can do is to work harder to find the next beautiful flower sea.
Perhaps, people around you will feel betrayed when they leave you, but they are not. Everyone has his own life, and we can't interfere too much. We cherish them when they are around. When they leave, we can make sincere wishes. I think this is a friend. The best meeting may be what I didn't expect. I think meeting is a kind of fate, and we should know how to cherish it. Perhaps I have never asked for the sweetest love, but if it can come, it will be a blessing from heaven, and all I can do is cherish it. If we can go back in time, we will find that the so-called exclusivity is actually just our own self-righteousness. What you think you have has never been branded with your exclusive mark for a moment. The reason why I think it's yours is just your wishful thinking.
I don't know what I will choose in the future. Maybe I haven't met the right person yet. Maybe I haven't realized what I really want yet. After watching so many on-off and on-off, I don't want to have anything directly now because I have nothing to lose.
I remember seeing a serious love. They are together every day. Everyone thought they would get married and have a future. Everyone regarded them as model lovers, but after three and a half years, their love ended. Boys like girls very much, and girls have whatever they want. Even boys can give in to girls to save face. In the past, boys were so proud, but with girls, they could put everything down, but girls were born bohemian. Finally, they broke up. Boys say that girls are incompatible with each other. The girl went to his city for the boy. She has no relatives in that city, but she has a boy. Finally, the boy told me that the girl went to his city to ask him for money, and said that she would rather not have it. So they broke up. After breaking up for more than a month, the boy found another girlfriend. His girlfriend asked him, more than three years, are you willing to part with him? The boy said there was nothing to give up. It is such a sentence that makes his girlfriend feel very bitter. They have been in love for more than three years, and they have paid the price. But only a month later, the boy found a girlfriend. In the boy's mouth, only the girl's fault, everything is the girl's fault. Can such a person be entrusted for life? My girlfriend wisely ended this relationship, and it was only three months between them, because my girlfriend knew that if she persisted, the outcome would be the same as that of girls, because boys would never find their own problems. When her girlfriend fell in love with that boy, she chose to leave. Up to now, my girlfriend has no regrets. It's just that she just broke up for more than a month, like crazy, and finally reason overcame sensibility. Unexpectedly, another month, the boy found a new girlfriend. ...
In the boy's love, I sympathize with the girl who has been with him for three and a half years. Because of the special occupation of boys, they can't get married until they are 25 years old. The boy promised her to marry her no less than seven or eight times, so the girl gave him everything, and finally got nothing but a wound. Although the girl may have a strange temper, didn't the boy accept her? In the end, the girl chose to stay in that city. I still don't understand what she thinks. Why bother? Although you can afford to lose, what is the future of such a man? Maybe I just look at her from my point of view.
I once read a sentence: Don't try to fall in love with a man whose career is on the rise. Maybe at the peak, he is alone or there are many people ... Of course, I haven't fully understood the meaning of this sentence yet, but its existence must have its reason.