Suddenly

Time is like the wind, and it flies away in a flash, leaving a lasting feeling. Just like a stream passing through a stone, it seems that there is no trace, but the real situation is that the water has carved the temperature into the heart of the stone, only waiting for a casual moment in the future to think of it, it should be a sudden afternoon, so I thought like this, the corners of my mouth touched a little warmth. Sitting quietly in front of the desk, the familiar song was played in the headphones —- [ten years], ten years, we have come to today, ten years ago, will we think of today’s results, will we think, those little bits and pieces of life that have been neglected by us have been carefully recollected and cherished by us ten years later. People may often be like this. When they own it, they are more filled with care. After losing it, they find that every plot in the original story is so warm, just like the sunshine in spring. Memory is a warm thing, someone said like this. For me, maybe it is true, so I am willing to believe that even those memories with sadness and regret can also give people warmth. Because all of this is a part of our life and inseparable. Those faces blurry by time are hard to recall, smiling, or sad. We will remember the back sitting near the window, the immature and white side face and the sideburns rising in the wind. Every scene is fixed in my heart and becomes an eternal classic. Now when I think of it, I don’t feel sorry, but I am secretly glad that I didn’t break the beauty at that time. Perhaps, all beautiful things should be viewed from afar, not possessed. I like the winter afternoon, and the warm sunshine seems to melt the whole person. At this time, I always truly feel that everything is beautiful and my heart is safe. I often sit alone in the corner of the room with backlit and read some delicate words, just like prying into the delicate and warm hearts. I am always obsessed with such a warm feeling. Reading such words will make people forget the trifles of life temporarily, and place themselves in a completely quiet and peaceful afternoon when the wind suddenly blows, the wind chimes I recall cannot bear loneliness, in the Sun, a long song was played.

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