When the wind is cold, the flowers by the window are beautiful.
Fallen leaves seem to be tireless, always wanting to fall into this dream.
The mist is like a butterfly, fluttering and intoxicating.
Preface. 
Fear of this emotion is obviously the most useless, why should we still be afraid?
In a long life, there are many things that cannot be controlled, and it is impossible to distinguish them with reason.
Sometimes, getting caught up in something that could have been avoided is just a way to go the other way.
Therefore, when that person waved at her, the girl Xiao Qi didn't know what kind of abyss she would slide into.
No one expected that almost four years later, on the day the cold air invaded the city, the boy would appear again. With the ambiguity that has not disappeared, the choice is put in front of her again.
Do you still like me?”
This time, the boy was more direct than before.
After many years, Xiao Qi still remembers his cowardly self at the beginning. On the sports field, the back of the person who didn't dare to respond to the appointment and fled in a hurry made her hate it for a long time.
The boy had already seen through the tricks she played.
After meeting several times, she thought she was well hidden. The boy was playing in the next field, and she often peeked at him when he wasn't looking.
When she had to pass by him, she tried not to show her face. Either pretend to look down at your phone, or turn your head to look in other directions and pretend to be attracted to something else.
In the time when she didn't get close, she pretended to be another person and took the initiative to add a boy friend.
The boy's message replied faster and faster, but it was herself, more and more like a pin.
Because, at the beginning, she encountered the boy's coldness, and she retreated.
After persevering for a while, I adopted my best friend's suggestion and ushered in a change in the frequency of chatting.
So much so, in the face of the boy's approach, Xiao Qi felt very bottomless. She couldn't tell the difference, let alone ask, which "she" made him change, or say his heart.
What is a problem that cannot be solved by simplicity, why not be more complex.
The reason why making a decision is difficult is that you are not sure if you can afford the worst-case scenario.
But I can't resist the attraction of "luck", worrying that I will miss something that I could have caught.
27-year-old Xiao Qi decided to be brave once, she thought, it was a gift from her youth.
She is suddenly not afraid of the answers that she can't see clearly, and she is not obsessed with whether the other party is interested in her former self.
No matter how unchanging a person is, he will quietly change in time.
For many years, they didn't have a single contact, and when they met again, they simply thought they were all new selves. It's still early, and there is still room to go to an unknown plot.
Complex buckles always have to be solved layer by layer.
Because, the heart that has been entangled, is not so easy to fool.
It will air dry into a pimple, will not return to flattening, and will not scarring.
And the dream of liking a person will not be dispersed, like an endless gloom, always dormant on the side of the road.
The hazy smoke waves may turn into a gloomy ditch, blurring the hesitation of every step;
Bright hope will also be swallowed into the dim cloud base, scattering oblique halos, which makes people sigh.
Leave a little us, flip the memories, and wait for the opportunity.
Actually, it doesn't have to be this way. Loss does not disappear with fear, and joy only escapes the gaze of the cowardly.
At any time, let it blow coldly, and mess up the past without disturbing your heart.
If the cold wind is scattered, let the flying sand whisper for years.
Inch by inch, splash and shoot down the lies that lie in the depths.
Falling one by one, dragging out the mystery that he had not dared to face.
Luohua is good at pretending to be drunk and hiding in the dreams of night walkers. But he forgot that the darkness has always been greedy, and few people who pass by can see clearly.
There is also beautiful flowing water, which can always delicately invade the Tsing Yi of wandering people. They are never afraid of whether the scattered debris can return to their original place.
Only a misty windowsill, constantly beaten by fallen leaves, knew that it clearly separated the two worlds.
If there is no touch, who knows the inside and outside, where is soft and what is hard.
What you can't think of easily becomes easier to do.
I hope you will know that you like it all your life, not to mention your youth.
If you still have enthusiasm, why pretend to sleep.
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