The sun moves, the shadow moves, and the sun goes through the curtains. Time passes quietly, gentle and desolate. Inadvertently looking back, I can't help but feel a little flustered. It turns out that so many days have passed and life has come so far.
Just those flowers that once bloomed brilliantly in our lives, we still vaguely remember them now?
I used to be young and ignorant, but I always liked to write some sad poems. Now I have tasted melancholy, but I am used to a heartless sunshine.
It's time for us to grow up.
How can it be so naive and simple? I always thought that people who cried and laughed together would be together forever. Later, I learned that nothing can last forever, and nothing can stay the same. Along the way, we will meet many people and experience many things. Some people are destined to just pass us by, although this has nothing to do with the length of acquaintance. Some people just know each other for a short time. However, some people have accompanied us warmly for a long way, singing songs about wine together, living a pure life together, and wholeheartedly promising that they will be the best friends for life. But when walking, they are still weak, and they will disperse when walking. Looking back suddenly, how many people are left to know each other from a distance?
I've always liked rainy days in Mao Mao. Some people say that people who like rain are romantic in their bones. Maybe it's not the rainy day that is romantic, but the roof that you sheltered from when you were a child. You used to be so tall and big, but you always blushed when you spoke, whistling tactfully and singing the love of youth; Once, under the lilacs, you said, "You look great in this dress"; Once, your favorite song was "I am a bird", "I am a bird, I want to fly, but I can't always fly high ..." That magnetic and sweet voice seems to have never gone away, still seems to be in my ear, thinking that I will fly hand in hand, or I will break my wings halfway, and it is still the end of the world.
As time goes by, the corridor of memory becomes long. Some people always fade out of our world unconsciously, and always become blurred in our world unconsciously. It's time that changes everything.
Sometimes I can't help feeling a little sad. I am crazy for those teenagers, crazy for those who swear, crazy for those infinite dreams, so I was beaten black and blue by reality. We stumbled all the way, searched and lost, always thinking that there would be more beautiful flowers ahead, but we didn't know that the most precious one had been missed. It is always too late to know, and time is always in a state of chaos, which makes people feel sad when they are caught off guard. Life doesn't seem easy, only regrets come too easily.
I have always known that I am a nostalgic person, but what can be immortal in the world? Over the years, people and things hidden in the old days, like a picture scroll, will be slowly opened, read and come alive in endless thoughts only in a certain scene or a quiet night under a black curtain.
Like the quiet night, it is always too suitable for missing and combing my thoughts. So quietly lean against the window, let the gentle and comfortable wind gently brush your face, and the familiar old songs slowly flow in the thick night. Everyone's life is made up of time again and again. At different times, we listen to different music, and every familiar old song often plays back some people and things we have been with at different times. No one in the world will always be with anyone, including our closest relatives. Sometimes the next intersection is only a short distance, but I don't know who will get lost in the confused world of mortals.
Perhaps, every time we meet, the beauty is always so short, and then it goes like the wind, falls into the dust and dreams. Only when we slowly understand the word cherish, can we slowly understand that while we sigh sadly, new people will meet strangers, spend some good times together, and then there will be parting, so life will constantly wander between gains and losses.
Perhaps, the true meaning of life is to experience, experience joy again and again, experience sadness again and again; Experience hope again and again, disappointment again and again; Experienced reunion again and again, separation again and again.
Maybe people can't explain why we met and why we left. Surprise at first sight, tears of parting, like midsummer rain, come and go in a hurry without any warning. Time has evaporated all traces and is silent. Therefore, there is a word fate in the world. If all the encounters in the world are really reunions after a long separation, then I am grateful for all the experiences and encounters in my life, because at every stage of my life, there will be people who really love us. That pure friendship and green and ignorant love. Those once true feelings are always the heaviest wealth in life.
Perhaps, no matter how the world changes, I think I will always hold the original true background in my life in my hand. I am willing to be that kind woman forever. Although years of meat cutters can carve deep wrinkles in my eyes, silently telling me that I am old, it is my lifelong wish to be bright and simple. I will still sit at the crossroads of time as before, giving my deep blessings to those who have accompanied me, warmed me, left or are still destined to accompany me, while silently appreciating your wonderful and applauding you.