I didn't miss you very much, I just would unconsciously think of you all of a sudden.
Out of the blue like a dream picture in front of the eyes loop play, such as you and I at the beginning of that wonderful. The time that the invisible blade, cut off the rose that will bloom, cut off the dust, chopped to the front, leaving only the remnants of the flower with the wind on the ground. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
The wind sings, crossing the cheeks, blowing away the strands of hair, blowing the wind chimes as crisp as your laughter, circling in the ear, and then disappeared, as if from the future to come so quiet, just that wind chimes are still swaying slightly seems to tell something, but there is no sound.
Slowly, randomly, footsteps, thoughts continue. I looked up at the eye of the fluttering willow flakes as the year of the snow, and you then stood in front of me, you want to leave, I did not have a word of retention, but just said to take good care of their own, you nodded, and then we separated on this.
I didn't turn around, I was afraid that the tears I left behind would make you see them, just to fulfill the promise that you want me to never shed tears. For a long time, finally could not hear your footsteps, you walked far away, I can only vaguely see your figure in the crowd, I shed tears, just these you will never know.
After you left, we did not contact again, as if it was such a tacit understanding, quiet did not disturb each other's lives. I can't do it soon enough to heal, I will still enter your space from time to time, look at your published sayings, and your message to yourself, inexplicable heartache, inexplicable imagine that a kind of sadness that should not belong to you surfaced on your face, and I am powerless to pale. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you've been doing, and then you'll be able to get rid of it.
That day once again into your space, once again read your message, but this time to give you a message belongs to another person, and then I know you have been together, is he in your sad time has been with you. After reading it, I still deleted my own record, which seems to have become a habit of mine.
As when I left wishing each other well, and now see a very good, I am also relieved, perhaps I have not put down, but I ultimately will not be able to resist the passage of time, I forget, from the new beginning of a period of belonging to my life, memories between us, I will be placed in the depths of my heart, no longer mentioned to anyone.
I didn't miss you very much, just will think of you from time to time, think of our once, think of your present, think of my future, think of us will be good old age.
I didn't think of you very much prose 2
In fact, I didn't think of you very deliberately, just found you in a certain lyrics.
In fact, I did not think of you very deliberately, just in a certain article to see our story.
In fact, I did not think of you very deliberately, just in a certain dusk street corner remembered my first love.
In fact, I did not think of you very deliberately ......
The eve of junior high school graduation, that year, we were 15 years old, I do not know if you have understood the sadness of the parting of the graduation party, you, take the wheat, let loose and sing, singing vae's "you if you become the wind" as if to vent some kind of The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night. That night, your figure has been y engraved in my ignorant heart, let me know what is like what is the feeling of heartbeat.
After graduation, we embarked on our own journey, belonging to their own school, since then less your figure, my life has returned to calm, just used to a person quietly think of you. One day, my 'phone screen scurried out a text message: "Good boy my little good boy, your look is too cute, Mer, in fact, the day of graduation I would like to say to you words, in this song inside." The moment I saw this text message, I was in tears, how could I not know this song! The song he sang when he graduated.
15 years old, the age of flowering season, I began my first love, ignorant first love. Youthful age, we walked in the sunset, watching the sunset will be our elongated figure, giggling and saying that this is not our growing up after the touch. He hummed a song that only belonged to him and me, I inclined my head to look at him, the setting sun on his face to the handsome face looks more soft, handsome, when I look at him mesmerized, his fingertips inadvertently crossed my fingers, at that moment, I blushed. The color of the sunset is very beautiful, it is not as harsh as the midday sun, compared to the sunset, I prefer the sunset, because it is the sunset witnessed our hand in hand.
Young love is really very green and fragile, I was with him a month after my mother knew that I fell in love early, in my mother's education, we broke up, the end of my first love of a month of ignorance, break up, I know the "pain", the pain so that I cried hysterically, but I have to be strong because the first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, I was so happy. We agreed that after five years, we will be together again.
Although the breakup, but in my birthday every year he will give me a surprise, we had a sneak meeting, between us the main theme is still the song "if you become the wind", in each meeting I will also offer my hand-made desserts full of my full of love, every time I will get myself bruised, look at his heartbroken expression silly smile, I like him to heartache me this way, only heartache! I'm the only one.
I believe that five years will soon be over, our feelings will remain unchanged, perhaps I forgot that this is the fourth year, gradually less text messages, gradually disappeared phone calls, gradually less words, I ignored the time to sharpen a person's will, but also can be worn between the feelings of two people. When I found that our feelings can not withstand the ravages of time, a girl named Jelly, broke into our lives, perhaps five years can really change everything, your feelings for me were replaced by her, I thought from this moment onwards my life lost you, began to walk like a zombie in general life, no soul no consciousness, heard that familiar melody, remembered that we have happened to this! When I heard that familiar melody and remembered everything that happened to us, I bawled my eyes out. I can't see the plot of the novel as we once were, so happy and sweet.
The last summer vacation of my life, every day is busy, although very busy, but will not forget to stand on the corner of the street to see the sunset, look at the sunset belonging to us, when I habitually inclined to look at the side of the time, but saw the face of the one that I longed for, the setting sun shines on his face, still so handsome, the only change is that a faded childish face, that big boy does not belong to me. The only thing that has changed is the faded face of the boy, the big boy is no longer mine. This scene reminds me of 4 years ago when we stood together like this, but 4 years later it was a different scene. He, my favorite boy, said he broke up with Jelly because he loved me, and I believed him, and he said we were going to go out together for internships, jobs, and trips. He said he wanted to love my desserts, he said five years were coming up, let's still be together! He was gentle with me this summer and made me believe what he said, and I was happy.
After the summer vacation, I realized what is a flash in the pan, it turns out that beautiful things do not exist forever, they are the same school in the same class, he could not resist her beauty, her gentleness, and once again ruthlessly threw me down, he said: "Jelly, you are the woman I love most in my life, and I will only love you alone in my life. " I asked him, "What about me? What am I really?" But he answered me this way: "That's just youthful indiscretion, not love."
I understand, that is only young and frivolous, and not love, but his so-called not love but in my heart left a wound that can never heal, in fact, I don't hate him, that time young, green, we wait for what is love? Perhaps I do not understand what is love, at least I know what is happiness, happy, these are given to him. Now, I'm trying to adjust my own mind, not to think of him very deliberately.
In fact, I did not deliberately think of you, just think of my section of the young and frivolous ......
I did not think of you very much prose 3You, I just listen to the song to hear half of the time to think of you, I really did not think of you very much, I just do not want to think of me just walk to a certain intersection when I think of you, I just do not think of me just walk to a certain intersection. I just think of you when I don't think about I just think of you when I walk to a certain intersection, I just think of you when I watch a movie and see half of it.
This is so good, I do not think of you very much, I do not think of you thought of crazy, I just think of you to the eyes wet.
I went to bed, but I couldn't sleep. I looked at the boring magazines in my bed, and when I was flipping through the books, I thought of you, and I couldn't sleep, and I shook my head to get rid of your shadow, but it was printed on the magazines, and I threw the magazines away. I turn off the light, your face is so clear in the darkness, so I turn on the light.
I turned off the computer, where we had said a lot of things, but those words crowded into my head, so I turned the computer on.
I didn't miss you very much, I just thought of you when I couldn't sleep, but I didn't know if I couldn't sleep and thought of you, or if I thought you couldn't sleep.
I don't want to think about you very much, before you start to forget, after you start to forget, the love is naive, not long for a lifetime, a wrinkle in the eyebrow, a little bit of the head. Is it a prophecy or a choice, my logic is not so mathematical, intervene in your sight, do not intervene in your choice, and prophecy, they say the best version of Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale. From then on the prince and lived happily ever after. On the far side of the sea, the water was so blue, like the most beautiful cornflower petals, so clear, like the brightest shards, but so deep, so deep that no anchor chain could reach the heart. In the dead of night I heard only the mermaid's silent sigh.
I didn't miss you very much, and even if I did, it wasn't to the extent that I missed you, and in front of time we left nothing behind. Time so used to waste, I do not hurt, do not want you when they become a blank, want you when I am happy. Do not want you when I am lonely, happy will not be more, memories in the mechanical repetition, loneliness will always be thicker, do not want your time had to be less and less.
I did not think of you very much, I just think of you when I am happy, when I am not happy to think of you. Give me memories of people will not be memories of deception, memories of people will be deceived by it. The scales in a lover's heart, the weights are as fine as a hair, when you smile, my sky clears, when you are silent, my heart is gray. I capture any of your eyes, to judge whether you are still as passionate as before, I collect all your text messages, to measure whether you are still as attached as before, darling, I am doing all these boring and interesting things, wearing empty pajamas barefoot in the house one by one to count, and then waiting for the day when the answer finally tells me that I can stop these and those. I know all the changes in you, I look cold and indifferent in front of you, the thin and fragile shell of a mollusk.
I didn't miss you very much, I miss you, but just miss you without bothering you!
I didn't miss you very much prose 4
Life is too short to leave time for regrets. If it is not the end, please smile and keep moving forward. The parting of life may not be because it makes us sentimental for regrets, but it teaches us to cherish the little years when we are together.
30 days, I always remember, I remember that year the rain for me to moisturize the mood, I remember that year the dark clouds for me to lay out the background, I remember those days everyone is an actor, drenching their roles, I remember you from that day after the flow of not a trace of expression ...... what I remember, I remember , pampering you is the most serious expression of my youth I love you.
I really did not think about you very much, just want you. I also really did not let go, just occasionally recalled your silhouette, and your loving gaze. I forget the Mid-Autumn Festival forget New Year's Day, just can't forget the day a month later, that is the day you died ah, no more no less, every minute and every second is signaling your departure.
You raised me to grow up, I have not remembered your birthday, has been really should not be, failed to do a birthday for you, very regrettable, all the blame for the time is too beautiful, the growth of the gap can not see your aging, can not understand the ruthlessness of the years, but also can not understand the fragility of life.
I do not often think of, just occasionally miss. Nostalgia for you in the time of my lawlessness, nostalgia for the former naive and happy time from now on never come back. Now covered with lead in the eyes to see the vicissitudes of time, in a trance, I understand that those times, can only exist in memory, until, I slowly grow old, can no longer think of.
I want you, in every moment of inadvertence, remember you, in every moment of frustration. It is because the childhood is too happy, so when you grow up and get aggrieved, you will recall the time when you have your shelter. However, who is not on the road to growth, stumbling, and hope and disappointment?
In this world, no one can always accompany you to the end, the meaning of life, lies in the separation of the hard to give up, each person is just a way to your life, the difference is that some people rush past, it is too late to say hi, the shadow has disappeared in the sea; and some people stop to stay for a moment for the innocence of you on a classroom of life, so that you can understand that the smile is too high will be noisy next to the sadness! And some people gently involved in your growth, and then the footsteps of time, helplessly scattered, with the irreparable passing teach you to cherish.
I love myself well in the ripples of the flow of years, I think of you well in the time of special remembrance, I did not deliberately, I did not insist, I simply miss you, like that sultry summer, hand shaking bushel fan, I want to never grow up, like that cold winter, small hands hidden in your coat want to time forever.
I didn't miss you very much in prose 5
Just on a moonless night
I wanted to see if you were lonely
The clouds in the sky were obscure
There was no clear look
But it didn't look like it was going to rain right away
All of your worries and considerations
Whether or not you can give up
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I don't miss you much
In this season when everything fades
The frost has receded
The green train
And the maple leaves have collected the last of their enthusiasm
Into the sunset
Will the beauty of the ice and the snow
Stare at the heart that jumps in the spring
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I don't miss you much
At a time like this
Love is yesterday's flower
Love is faint, but the wind blows it away
A touch of darkness remains in my heart
I'm waiting for you to come back
I don't think I'll ever escape from the season's surprises
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I didn't miss you much
A cup of tea
I don't know the sweetness of wine
A cup of wine
I can't guess the freshness of the breath
The memory, the reverie
are just in the cup
I know it or I don't know it, but I will be addicted to it
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I didn't miss you very much
Obsession and I are only separated by a layer of feathers
Pi?a Colada, the butterfly that dances in a dream
has long gone in search of someone
I don't bother to enquire if that someone is you
I just see the tired butterfly perched beside you
And you are in a dream too
It falls all over me. Petal rain ......
I didn't miss you very much Prose 6The time is peaceful and warm, and the willows roam in May.
The reddish color of the branches, and the fine petals falling on the grass,
gently touched the sensitive heart.
Is this the mood of spring?
The faintest of sorrows is it, and the warmth of memories is also it.
A season of blossom, zero fall, whose waiting?
The wind is blowing across the brow,
and at the point of looking back, the dream is still there.
A touch of speechless sentiment, through the quiet water,
A wave of ripples,
Silently talking about the warmth and coldness of the human condition.
Sit still in the corner of the years, see the green bird attentively visit.
Some of the fragments, some of the beautiful,
in the lost memory gradually clear.
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Hanging in the window of that one red veil,
By the wind gently blowing up, fell in my heart of the eyebrow.
I didn't miss you very much,
I just looked at the blooming moonflower in the garden.
That year and that month in that piece of grass,
still floating in the sky full of flotsam.
You said, you want to draw a spring to me;
You said, you will always keep lotus.
The flowers on the street bloomed, covering the once deep smile.
Surface tears, thinning the heart of who?
A little bit of love, euphemized the flow of years of who?
The time that has been moisturized by the blossoms, the past that has been left blank,
Ultimately, in the tears and watchfulness, quietly into the most poignant dusty love.
The light of the day is a beautiful memory, and it is a bitter memory.
What is left in the heart is a touch of warmth that can't be erased.
All the way to walk, all the way to the gathering, so that a heart gradually calm.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a man who had been in the middle of a conversation with a woman.
Only one thought,
In the heart of a certain place, alone green.
They are not the only ones.