It has rained one after another this year, one after another, and it is getting stronger and stronger. And I always like to think about the past bit by bit in such rain. The initial memory always surges one scene after another at this time, making me want to cry without tears and laugh silently.
Walking in the rain, I will allow time to flow like tiny gravel from the palm of my hand, and I will allow the disturbance of the world to crush my old dreams. Today, it's raining cats and dogs, and I'm wet alone in the rain, realizing the passion it gives me. The deep memory of the string can not wait to stumble to my heart, let me gradually intoxicated.
Before, I didn't like rain. It always comes so fast, getting me wet when I'm unprepared, leaving me alone to understand things in the rain. Today, I suddenly feel that rain is not as dangerous as I remember, but it is a turning point in life. Slow down and remember as you walk; feel sad for your mistakes and feel sorry for your stupidity.
On my way to the summit, heavy rain is essential. After every heavy rain, I can always settle down to reflect on myself. When people live in this world, everything is doomed to be unsatisfactory. Someone once said that when you are young, you want to change the world; when you grow up, you want to change your country; when you grow old, you know that you should start with changing yourself. This is not a fear of rain, but a kind of wisdom of life. Wind and rain are fair to everyone. If you choose to succeed, you will experience a little more wind and rain; if you curl up in the wind and rain without any resistance, then you are doomed to disappear in the wind and rain.
Standing at the intersection of the initial separation of memories, there are countless strands of sorrow in my heart. But what can take away these memories? I think it will never be diluted. Only the road we have traveled in my life, the things I have done, and the people I have seen are the most beautiful scenery in my life. At the moment, raindrops seep into my blood, let me try to be the best of myself, until I succeed.
Memory is the most important thing, and experience continues memory in another way. Only experienced, will have richer experience, can be described as "eat a mat, learn a wisdom." Wasting time, memories will eventually precipitate. Perhaps at that time I, looking back, happiness must always stay.
(by Phil Newell) / Guo Lei
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