Recalling

When the smoke goes deep into the throat, when the wind floats early, at that moment, it is as gentle as water, and at that moment, it is extremely gentle. After all, I still didn’t come. After all, I didn’t have it and lost it without words. You are the most beautiful fireworks in my youth, the short light and the eternal loss. I miss the old photos without temperature. At that moment, your smile was locked into the photo frame silently. Laughter is the evidence that I came yesterday. I was confused because of youth, and missed because of loss. I was young, frivolous, cold and mad. In the most beautiful years, I just met a lot of people, brushing the exercises together, holding the lights together and fighting at night. The later time went away separately. We forgot the noise, the contradiction, the past and the past. We forgot to laugh and learned to giggle, giggling is just a stupid thing we did together in those years. During the imagination, time floated from the forehead, missing poured out from the bottom of my heart, and memory turned into a trace of sadness. Under The Floating Light, the wandering person wrote about love, held an old thought and looked forward to the heart, cross a bridge and cross a boat. That year, we went to each other and met each other again. However, there was only a strange thing that could not be covered between our eyebrows. Something was like a Zheng with broken wires, when the kite flies, it will never come back to hand. The past is like smoke, and it will be scattered lightly. Time took away tears and diluted memories. There was no news from them in the distance, nor did they sit on the lawn together and watch the blue sky and white clouds. There is no more laughter under the moonlight, let alone noise and fighting. Many years later, we all changed our appearance, and there were many marks on our faces. Our heads gradually turned white, and there were many cries, laughter and noises around us unconsciously, which no longer belonged to us, when we grow old and die, we will never experience that vigorous youth again. I also recalled the beauty and generosity of sister Yan in the senior year of senior high school and the scene of swearing on the platform all day long. I hesitated because of fear and sneered because of funny, so the wind stopped, the smoke was gone, and we set foot on a new journey respectively. We met new people, forgot the people who used to laugh together, and forgot that a group of people in Guangwei’s class could sleep with their heads raised that year, tolerate the tragedy that spent time working that year but failed to bear fruit. The Wheel of Time rolled over the whispers around my ears, and the fragmentary words gradually faded in my mind. I forgot time and lost faith, and I couldn’t shout that exciting slogan any more, the lighthouse in the distance is no longer lit up. I have been struggling in the sea, trying to sail, sail, go far, go far……. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…