The streets of the small city gave off a familiar aura. The vines and vines were green. Window sill, sunset diffuse sky, swaying in the wind in the flower clothes. Such a good time was originally extremely beautiful, but now it felt a little desolate. Perhaps, is the fingertip worry too thick, memories of the shadow too long.
Never thought that one day, I will stand from you suddenly near suddenly far place, watching you quietly tears, watching you lonely turn around. It seems that I heard you muttering, goodbye, you want happiness. That sentence, weak continuous, heart also astringent. Think, life, the most painful way to say goodbye, nothing more than this. You're gone, and I'm still standing.
When typing this page of text, I do not know whether to forgive you, or forgive yourself. For a long time, often fell into anxiety and anxiety, in the past and lost repeatedly entangled, unable to extricate themselves. Surprise at first sight, sadness after separation, silence and few old events, in the end is worrying.
Sometimes, angry to delete everything about you, thinking that this, they will not remember. However, after that, he always kept his tears in other people's stories. Originally thought, as long as enough love, even if willful, even if cheating, can achieve a perfect ending. Until, gradually return to calm, just suddenly understand, love is fragile, how to withstand the deliberate torture.
Everyone has a soft spot, in front of their favorite people are slightly humble. You and I in the story are also the same. When you love, you can be brave, but you are still careful. Because you are afraid of losing, you will not feel wronged. Listening to his favorite songs, writing his favorite words, passing by his favorite scenery, everything makes people so nostalgic.
And that said to accompany their own forever, the end is with the years of change, gradually leave. It turns out that the best is just once. Just like time, it teaches us a lot of things, but only how to forget a person, a person who loves so much. Ordinary oneself, only bury the wound in the depths of memory, give it to time, wait for a windy day, let it slowly drift away.
Annie baby said, the best love, do not bind, do not entwine, do not possess, do not dig from each other to the meaning of things that are destined to fail. Sometimes, I always wonder if love itself hurts. No matter how much you pay, how much you cherish, how much you have. One day he was tired and had to leave. When you go through a road and experience something, you will always learn to grow and learn to live. Even those deep and shallow obsessions from the beginning became less important.
For the things I love, whether people or things, always make me nostalgic. Back then, the TV series "The Best of Times" stayed up all night and had to watch it all. Not because of how exciting the plot is, nor because of how beautiful the pictures are. What really touched me was Su Man, a girl who spent ten years chasing Song Yi's footsteps. That kind of love and youth, the most pure white interpretation, is a valuable, but also a kind of true love, it has nothing to do with wealth, has nothing to do with status, just because love.
In this day of the wind line of the city, Suyan sky love, already not much, if you have enough luck to meet, as long as the heart to remember those good, believe that accompany you fine water flow of people, is speeding to come.
When he finished writing, his thoughts stopped. Looking up, the pear blossoms not far away were dancing and white. I don't remember how many spring this is. After you left, the sun was still very good and the breeze was warm. On the table, there are seven or eight gadgets, books, tea fragrance, is my favorite day now, some longing, some joy.
Computer corner, flashing your avatar, you sent a message, said unhappy, I do not know how to do. Suddenly, his heart trembled. It only took a few seconds. Holding the mouse, type a line of small characters: love, willing to dull, in order to last. When he said this, his heart seemed to have never been so relaxed. Press the OK key, and the line goes down. I know it's not escape, it's release, it's growth. We use the hands of time to catch the romantic years after the romantic night, this is the beginning of life.
After that, we didn't contact each other again. Occasionally will hear the people around you, talking about your life, I will not have waves, just smile, live well. Because deeply loved, so will also bring blessing, but also because deeply loved, so no longer friends. Time is just right, books fall, such a small day, very suitable for me. Breeze pulse coming, presumably, you will also be very happy.
Text/Si Yan Han Xi original pen down March 22, 2015
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