So we thought we had grown up.
Finally, you can also smile in tears or pain or disappointment.
Hold high at high tide in the morning and wrap yourself in deep blue sea water.
I don't miss it. I remember everything. You can't forget it by swearing.
All those happy and sad pasts, when I think of them, are irresistible.
When playing the guitar, make public the convulsive body, and when talking on the phone, hold high the gentle voice. Everything is so clear.
These two people are always missing.
Even if the long youth is over, it is still memorable.
Two people holding hands in the bleak time, two people walking together in the back, two words can hide the panic, two years later can forget the place.
It's just that no matter how fresh the memory is, youth still flies away with white wings.
It doesn't care what we pray for.
Time runs counter to it, and we can only catch the fragments of the past, with lonely aftertaste in the morning when spring flowers are in full bloom, in the afternoon when summer rains roar, in the evening when autumn wind whimpers, and in the middle of the night when winter snow floats.
Many people write their youth in novels,
There are also many people who sing with their youth.
The youth experienced by children in this era is always impermanent.
Mixed with naked sadness
Wrapped in soul, engraved in the years.
Diary of a teenager,
A group photo,
Gardenia in high school campus,
A playground for walking together,
A fast food restaurant that has eaten countless lunches. ...
These trivial and exquisite details paint the years when we cried and laughed together.
They are the symbols of our youth,
Painfully and soberly recording the trajectory of growth.
Flowers, fallen leaves, raindrops, breeze.
Love, luxury, entanglement, depression.
There are always some things that can't escape, and youth is so long and reciprocating in the purest age of life.