As we grow up, our childhood is slowly blown away by the wind. We are always wandering in front of the window inadvertently.
He looked out of the window at the sky and watched the white clouds move slowly in the sky. He savored the warmth brought by the sunlight and enjoyed the coolness brought by the summer.
Why don't we sing of today's beautiful life, but what about my youth, the clouds of the past that are blown away by the wind, and the happy memories of my childhood that are slowly aging?
Friend, if you can, will you remember those happy childhood days with me?
In those happy moments, in those happy days, you will remember that there was a person who had once been in your life.
"Yes, we are all fallen leaves in the world of mortals. In the end, we will still drift into the distance. In the end, we will fall to the ground and turn into dust. In the end, the dust will settle. Isn't that right?"
Who doesn't have painful experiences, who doesn't have their own sad past, who doesn't have a past that they can't forget, who doesn't have their own unbelievable facts? Yes, we are all learning to grow up slowly.
There will always be a road that we have to walk on our own. We have to learn to walk that lonely road. No one will accompany us. That is the only way for us to grow up. There are no painful memories, no sad past.
Where did the growth come from? Where did the maturity and growth come from? How could a life without experiencing love be considered a perfect life? Yes, perhaps, in that era of heavy rain...
"Someone once gave me an umbrella, but it will eventually become a thing of the past. We have all come from afar to rush to an alliance agreement. One day, we will also suddenly leave..."
Meeting again has become a lifetime apart, meeting again has become a farewell.
We all had beautiful memories in the past. Perhaps when he looked back, we would remember him for a lifetime. Some people were good to us for a lifetime.
We have neglected and been indifferent for a lifetime. Some people, even if it is just a detail, a smile, a movement...
But we still remember him for a lifetime, and we always recall the scenes of his past. What is left of my youth?
Prosperous leaves fall back to their roots
Prosperous leaves fall back to their roots, and the spring breeze laughs at the present. It was difficult to extricate oneself from the depths of love, and love and hate intertwined to hurt this life.
If you ask where a hero comes from, a hero can't pass through a beauty. Since ancient times, beauties loved heroes, but the country did not love beauties.
There are many difficulties in life that have to be overcome. Since ancient times, love has been difficult. The sea of love is destined to float, smiling at this life.
Pu Ti has no heart and no tree, and her heart is clear and quiet. There was no need to trouble yourself. One day was one day.
Love to the depths of nature straight, love the word sad to avoid its difficult. He lived a peaceful life.
Things will cross the bridge when they come to it.
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