Receiving a gift from afar, I couldn't help but bask in the memories of the name. When I opened the package, I felt a warm feeling, as if the past time resurfaced in front of my eyes with the aroma of the gift.
I picked up my phone and dialed my friend's number. During the call, we immersed ourselves in the sea of memories and talked about our former lives.
Once, we lived together in the same city, and more than ten years passed like a dream. From the first acquaintance to the present, we have experienced the ups and downs of life together, faced many problems together, and witnessed the ups and downs of each other's lives.
For some inevitable reasons, I made a difficult decision to leave the city where I was deeply rooted. Reason tells me that I need to pursue new spaces;But the feelings made it difficult for me to let go, and there were my family and deep memories there.
The moment I said goodbye, I told my friend about my departure, her voice choked on the other end, she understood my choice, but also reminded me of the hardships ahead. The turmoil of work and life has made me experience unprecedented difficulties and see the complexity of human nature.
Now, recalling that time seems like a dream. More than ten years of life in front of my eyes is just a faint picture, there are laughter, tears, gains and losses in my dreams. However, in retrospect, everything becomes indifferent. That time that once hurt my heart now seems to be through a mist, and it is difficult to touch the real feelings of the time.
I suddenly understood that those days and the journey of life that I thought could not be forgotten were finally faded in the depths of my memory. After chatting with my friends, I smile, look back, sort out the gains and losses, and evaluate every decision.
After hanging up the **, my heart swelled with emotion. All experiences will become understated memories because the past is the past after all, and we are always growing. When we can calmly recall and find that there is nothing worth being too entangled in life, all the heaviness will become indifferent under the washing of time, like a light cloud. This gift from a friend is not only a gift of kind, but also a gift of time, awakening my feelings for the past and expectations for the future. Perhaps, it is this warm gift that makes me more aware that in the journey of life, the passage of time is just a beautiful fleet. List of high-quality authors