The drizzle was like a curtain of rain, brushing my face and making me feel a slight chill. So, in this season of heavy rain, I woke up with memories that I thought had long since dried up.
I thought it was just a speck of dust on a long journey, flicking my fingers and leaving no trace.
At this moment, I finally understood that all the past is worth recalling, and every emotion has its reason for being.
Because whether it's right or wrong, no matter how inappropriate, it's actually embodied in our lives. Perhaps what I will never forget is the precious time of those rich years.
That wonderful youth.
Youth is like a timeless record, reminding us of those days of singing, laughing, and drinking.
The flower girl cried and sang Gigi Leung's "Short Hair" and sat quietly next to me: "Sister, you are so happy, take care of your body!" ”
But I want to tell her that happiness is good for everyone. Definitions vary.
Some people say that a woman who is protected by a wolf will not easily fall in love with a dog. Because a wolf can only have one lover in his life. Dogs are different, but if you treat them right, they may find new owners.
But the wolf has the stubbornness and single-mindedness of the wolf, and the dog has the enthusiasm and compassion of the dog.
Perhaps the wolf's lifelong protection is not out of love, but out of tenacity. The dog may have accepted the new owner out of gratitude rather than betrayal.
Good love is an opportunity.
Everyone's attitude towards love is different. The most important thing is that it has to work for you.
Love should be natural and easy. If there is too much restraint or oppression, heavy emotions will crush you, and happiness will become more and more distant.
In any case, all feelings are youthful and beautiful encounters.
I was moved by that pause, looking back, but at the same time sad by the thin shadow of love.
Looking back quietly, the loneliness scattered everywhere is like a slowly flowing figure in the colorful past, gradually drifting away until there is no trace.
The wind rises, the clouds roll, and the shadow of the moon falls.
Pick a green leaf and feel the delicate blood vessels that will make your eyes water.
Reach out and feel the little attachment that remains. After all, even if you leave, you'll be in that temperature for many years.
The leaves hug the earth and fall, but the trunk is full of nostalgia.
We can talk about sad or happy pasts, witness good or bad journeys, but what we can't forget are the years of ignorance that flow through our fingers like quicksand.