Feelings

I saw a bicycle far away with a man wearing a hat carrying a woman. The bike was swaying and not in a hurry at all, as if it had been a long time before passing me. It turned out to be an old man carrying an old woman and using an old bicycle. When passing by me, people didn’t say anything, and the bicycle was stepped on. I watched them disappear around the corner, and somehow I came up with the word feelings. Grandpa and Grandma with silver hair wanted to know their love very much. However, seeing that they could ride a bicycle together at such an old age, they felt that nothing needed to be said. If I can still drive you when I am old, I will no longer have regrets; If I embrace each other for a lifetime, if you can still drive me when I am old, I will have a lifetime of love. Love is not enough to be described in any language; Love is pale to promise in any word. However, when I saw two old men on the bicycle, I knew that this was love. Maybe they used to ride the bicycle when they were young. For a long time, they have grown old with it. However, they are still together. He drives her and it drives him. For them, time may still be at the moment of meeting. A distant breath came across my face. It was the 1990 s described in the movie. In the campus in White, boys were carrying girls, and trees with fallen leaves were on both sides. At dusk, the girl was sitting in the back seat, holding the boy’s waist and putting her face on his white shirt, smelling the clean smell. Feelings really belong to the feelings of the white fluttering era. How can someone not yearn for it? But in this era, I always feel that there is something missing and something more, so that kind of feeling has disappeared in this time and space. Today, it is cloudy with breeze, and it is very cool in summer. The weather was so beautiful that the old man carried his wife by himself with a creaking sound, slowly passing rows of trees, one by one. Then, I left a feeling in the youth’s life. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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