We used to dance square dancing.

Feel dull, casually, use music to mobilize the comfortable ceramic white bear, the tune is slow, the song is soft, and the artistic conception is elegant, so that the feeling is awakened in the rhyme and out of the boundless, indifferent and blurred.

I want to slow down my hurried pace and find that most people around me are in a hurry, with a busy expression and a helpless mood. It is enviable to see children playing freely. It seems that the innocence of childhood is long gone. In the footsteps of drifting away, we suddenly found that the years left too many traces on us.

Our bags are getting heavier and heavier, but we can carry less and less things in our hands. We began to wonder, to reflect, to be at a loss, to be afraid, to be contradictory, and to look back on the road we had traveled. Only then did I find that I left a lot of things on the road, and my heart began to hurt when I looked at the footprints spelled out with love. I haven't looked up at the sky for a long time. This sky is full of temptations and infinite strangers. It turns out that the sky is like a passer-by. Originally thought that only people who are drifting away can become passers-by.

I have always felt that the so-called simplicity is nothing more than walking, taking a photo, stopping and stopping, and stopping and stopping, all of which are a kind of happiness. Now I find such happiness too indifferent, indifferent and tasteless. However, I don't regret, I don't regret fate, I'm not sad, I'm not sad, my love is deep and shallow. After all, my enemies are like water. The familiar gradually becomes strange, and the strange gradually becomes familiar. This seems to be how the law was formed.

Everyone has his own special story. When these stories gradually become dusty memories, who will remember the happiness and sadness at that time? Quiet time, that kind of unique sadness, will make all the memories sink, as if this is the case, in the flickering days, these will also become passers-by

Everyone has their own feelings. Of course, everyone has a different definition of feelings. After all, it has nothing to do with romance, but it is the softest string in my heart, the touching string that is easy to fluctuate.

Close your eyes, it is darkness, open your eyes, it is dawn. The beginning of happiness is to write a perfect ending. Someone will look forward to the courtyard and we will all be happy. Finally sleep peacefully and wake up warmly! This is not just a dream.

Happiness is real, he won't be a passer-by.