? A flash in the pan, even for a moment, so many people are fascinated by it, no matter how much they pay. The moment of blooming, like fireworks, crossed the sky, short and gorgeous. After withering, I came like a flood and couldn't help sighing. Its fate is like this. If you have a choice, will it choose the rotation of the four seasons, and it will last forever, or will it bloom in people's beautiful memories? Maybe I am eager to choose another fate, but I am powerless and helpless.
Yesterday, we have been walking on an unknown road. One way, go around. This road seems to stretch into the distance, but it has no end. The direction seems to be getting farther and farther away from the original place, but it just goes around a big circle and finally returns to the original point. "How far is it to walk in silence? I looked up and suddenly found out. I have been going backwards, going back to the original point, stubbornly persisting and fighting against time. The agreed boundaries have been broken forever. In fact, the same has changed. Only by closing your eyes can you see those warm and bright pictures and gradually forget them. We can't make it tomorrow. As long as I hold my thoughts firmly, there will never be your smiling face again tomorrow, and I will gradually forget it. I said, "As long as you have the courage to persist, I won't give up. On the contrary, if you give up, I will let go. "Those words are still in my ears, hovering, and time has set off memories of flying sand and stones, which are messy and can't stand memories. From that sentence on, I was humble and tried to accept everything that reality brought me. Holding back my tears, I want to escape. The next moment, tears will burst, and the flood in my heart has flooded. I really want to, as soon as I turn around, I will hide in my own world and slowly delete memories by myself. In fact, deliberately forget, the memory is so clear, so real. You said, when you are in a bad mood, look up at the clouds in the sky, and it will become the shape of something you like. Is it? I have questions. Maybe "really" is the most used sentence! You can see the details that I didn't notice, and then pass them on to me in your own mode. Your depression yesterday, I saw in my eyes, predicted something, just wanted to get confirmation from your mouth, and sure enough, so. At that moment, I only knew that tears were salty.
"The phoenix that once played here, so that this place is named after them, has now abandoned it on this desolate river." Everything is different from yesterday, and everything came to an abrupt end yesterday.
"Happiness has been here before, but it has slipped away like this. It turns out that we are stubborn, but we can't stop loving each other. Happiness has been here before, so please don't miss it willfully, don't be reluctant to give up the most beautiful things, don't hold things in your hands, be persistent … "Those self-evident expressions seem to convey words that hurt your heart. If you love flowers, you need to cherish them, but don't worry about them.
? The scenery along the way, while enjoying it, may stop and stay, but it's just passing by, just passing by. Where to go next, look for it on the map in your heart. From that sentence on, I was humble and tried to accept everything that reality brought me. Holding back my tears, I want to escape. The next moment, tears will burst, and the flood in my heart has flooded. I really want to, as soon as I turn around, I will hide in my own world and slowly delete memories by myself. In fact, deliberately forget, the memory is so clear, so real. You said, when you are in a bad mood, look up at the clouds in the sky, and it will become the shape of something you like. Is it? I have questions. Maybe "really" is the most used sentence! You can see the details that I didn't notice, and then pass them on to me in your own mode. Your depression yesterday, I saw in my eyes, predicted something, just wanted to get confirmation from your mouth, and sure enough, so. At that moment, I only knew that tears were salty.
? The scenery along the way, while enjoying it, may stop and stay, but it's just passing by, just passing by. Where to go next, look for it on the map in your heart. Touching the scene will always awaken memories, then pull the most fragile and sensitive nerves, and finally get hurt.
? At this moment, be quiet and be a missing believer. Leave a memory in this deserted city, and remember a period of time (201012/5 ~ 2011/8) as the real sense of touch.
? That song "Maple", a familiar melody, sang into the feeling, flowed into the bottom of my heart, slowly flowed into the soul, gentle but strong, and expressed the emotion incisively and vividly. "Dark clouds have left a shadow in our hearts. I listened to the long-lost mood, clear and transparent, just like beautiful scenery. You can only see clearly in your memory. Can my broken heart still love me? I took the hand without temperature, the tenderness of the past has been locked by time, leaving only the sadness that can't be shaken off, and the slowly falling maple leaves are like missing. At the end of the year, the candle warms the autumn, the aurora glimpses the horizon, and the north wind misses you. But I can't go back to the familiar lingering, slowly falling maple leaves like missing. Why should I save them before winter comes? I may have time to love you. Two lines of tears in late autumn let love penetrate the ground. I just want you by my side. There is a red rain floating on the mountainside. The north wind is dying, and I gently shake the wind chimes to awaken the abandoned love. Snow covered the ground, I thought the maple leaves outside the window had ... "
? Our love is just a flash in the pan, like fireworks, short but gorgeous. Really, I don't want to be like the wind, like dew, like fog, but as brilliant as flowers …
By Celia Lang