Go far, memories fade, the wind blows through the clouds, the shadow fades, the sunset is tired against the mountain, and it is dark; A flower is tired of blooming, and spring is full of resentment and sorrow. The birds disappeared and the morning was in chaos. Long braids are scattered, youth is faded, feet are tired of jumping, and eyes are black.
The two were bored and angry, and the end of the road was gone, and their steps were out of order. Scattered, light, tired, dark, but the grass is green and the season has changed; Who's upset and complaining, who's gone and who's messed up? Whose promise doesn't count, whose love has changed?
The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the earth does not turn, the protagonist has changed, and I am used to listening to love stories. When I walked, I dispersed, and my memory faded. Looking at it makes me tired and the stars dim. I was tired of listening to it, and began to complain. When I turned around, I found that you were gone, and suddenly I was very confused.
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Appreciation of "Walking and Disappearing, Memories Fade"
In the past days, how many world of mortals came and went. In this life, I don't know how many people will pass by, or how many friends there will be, but no matter how many friends pass by, they will be scattered without leaving a trace.
We walked side by side, but we were silent, thinking that we all knew, so we didn't deliberately hold hands. Gradually, we got lost and even you disappeared. Suddenly confused, thinking can't keep up.
I once said that we should go through life like this and be inseparable. I smiled, but I was the only one who smiled, with a hint of bitterness. Where are you now? Who have you said the same thing to? Your world, I also became a passer-by.
I know, after all, no one really goes far with whom, and whoever stays at a fixed time is arranged by God. Even if I wanted to, it was just the wrong time. Like a clock, the hour hand is still an hour hand, but the second hand has been turning for a long time.
In the dim light, the Iraqis are still there, beyond recognition. Still smiling and wearing heavy makeup. I am in this corner, watching you quietly. I can't leave for a while, so I just sit and wait. There are more and more excuses to comfort yourself, and there are more and more people in the past. Really changed. We will do the same, and then we will leave. Now even the memory has faded and the paper has turned yellow.
A person walks on the acacia ferry, stumbling all the way, it's you, it's me, I've changed too many so-called friends, but you and I still linger in my memory. Perhaps meeting and parting are destined to be two levels that pass by, just like the story in fairy tales, we failed to take the opposite road, as if we were getting farther and farther.
It's far away, and I can't find my way back, leaving only some messy footprints, which are arranged on this road without home. I still remember those years, * * * came to me from far away from different directions. Remember, that year's struggle. Now, although we have embarked on a long journey and wandered around the world together, the hearts of friends are eternal.
Life is like this, wandering in pain, only to know after losing it. It is precisely because of this that we can continue to grow and achieve. Although the process is so bitter, as long as everyone is happy enough, sadness will turn into a rainbow on the horizon. Even if it is a sad rainbow, the story between friends can always be fixed in that beautiful moment.