Do less harm, because time will grow old and we will break up.

You said that what you are most afraid of is tidying up things, not simply tidying up the sofa and wiping the floor, but refers to rummaging through the cabinets and rearranging all the clothes and pants in the wardrobe, reclassifying the countless books in the huge bookshelves, and re-choosing the CD which has been listened to over and over again and then left idle. When it comes to fear, I don't mean simply afraid of physical fatigue, but with the opening of things and mental complexity.

That lotus root trench coat, small lapel, light lace edge, a few years later, the style is still not out of date, the color is still dignified and fresh, every change of season, take it out from the wardrobe, will remember that he was young at that time he was also young you running around the streets, just to find you a suitable dress, he said: I want you to wear the most beautiful, want you to be the happiest. That day, in the shop on that street, when he came across this dress, he was already sweating, but he was still chattering: try this one, it's not appropriate to look somewhere else. Finally, you are beautiful and dignified in front of the fitting mirror, and standing behind him, he nodded with satisfaction. Back in the street, he held a warm hand, the day has become a night, looking up at the stars, palm of a thick cup of milk tea, once thought: happiness is like this, will be long mountains and rivers. However, now, the hand caresses this dress which has been worn for many years out of love, and the scene of that year reappears like a flood, but the people who speak around me do not know where to go because of their capriciousness.

The book "Nine articles of time" by Xi Murong is now covered with dust. The stack of books on the shelf is full of space, and every time they are sorted out, they are reluctant to throw this book away. This was sent by him at that time, and it has been nearly 20 years. A poem in the book, he once memorized a large part of it and wrote it to you in a letter: the mask that once cherished the protection has been broken into mud, all because I still love you deeply. I still remember that when he gave you this book, he said, "you like to write poems. I went to several bookstores to buy it." Time is not old, we will not break up. Now, you are far away on the other side of the ocean, the two of you are walking on their own tracks, personnel changes, vicissitudes of life, he married, gave birth to a son, divorced, and remarried; you married, gave birth to a daughter, and went on to school.

That CD has accompanied your loneliness in countless winter nights. Coco Lee's voice was still so ethereal at that time, and the song "365 days of missing you" penetrated the emptiness of the night and came to an abrupt end when it made you feel the most complicated. At Coco Lee's concert that year, there were no people in the street. He bought two tickets with food expenses that he had saved for months, and took you to see them, because he knew how much you loved Coco Lee and that song. Because he knew that you and Chenxiang who missed your mother in "Baolian Lantern" had a similar background, and how eager you were to find the maternal love you had lost for many years. Grab this CD after the concert, with Coco Lee's autograph, flying words, just like the flying love between you two. Late autumn night, in the 365 days of thinking about you, listening to your favorite song, tears always accidentally turn over your smiling face and make you almost cry, and he holds your trembling hand: I am the one my mother sent to continue to love you instead of her. At the moment, you open the CD and put it in the machine. With the sound of the CD disc scratching in it, Coco Lee's voice has not changed, but the ripples that fall on your heart have different traces. The heart that took the place of your mother to love you finally disappeared after quarrels, and the reasons for those quarrels have long been forgotten.

Looking at the mess in the room, I really don't know how to do it, and I don't know how to do it. You say that you always struggle in these moments, too many objects with too many memories, which one of those memories does not have a certain temperature? So, all these years, you've been covering it up in haze.

I have to admit that many people have similar experiences. When they come to ask for help, they will always dwell on the past, and they also know that they are unfair to the people who are around them now, but it is difficult to really let go of the past and cherish the present. In fact, the sea can be rotten, the sea can also become mulberry fields, as long as at that moment, the moment he gave you clothes, the moment he whispered to you into a poem, the moment he handed you CD, you have been moved, once happy, once had each other's hearts at that moment, what is not satisfied? Live in the present, regardless of the past, not afraid of the future, understand that the world has been changing according to its own laws, and what we can do is to better understand how to adapt and cherish the present.

When we are predestined to get together, do less harm, because time will grow old and we will break up.