Can't forget

The average age of flowers, like the dream years, even the time is jealous of us, this experience - the inscription listens to them, this is the cardamom, and I prefer to call it, lush years.
Years are like songs, ups and downs of bass, it is the difficulty of experience, elegant long treble, that is the passion to release after the storm; the years like water, a trace of clear spring in the cracks, it is a tenacious effort Struggling, lingering, and lingering, it is a true portrayal of happiness and unrestrainedness. We, carefree, did not go through the wind and waves, did not reach the peak of life, at this time, our life is always rich and colorful. Immediately, we will separate and enter the unknown world. The tension is always filled with the world of "smoke". We are afraid, but we have to face it. Now, even though I am reluctant, I have to, Have to say good bye with you.
At that time, we held hands, walked through every street, and walked through every floor tile. In this small city, we almost filled our mark. At that time, we laughed here. All the way to laugh, don't care about passers-by to see our eyes, just immersed in our world, holding sweet marshmallows in the hands, the clouds hanging lazily in the sky, also showing a smile, like smelling sweet The sweet taste, the air is filled with happy bubbles, the world becomes colorful, and the moon that came out this evening can't help but look out for the head. At that time, we cried here. Just staying in the corner, screaming with tears, we always cry too fast, laugh too fast, after the sadness, still stride forward, tacit understanding no longer mention this matter, my heart exists only belongs to us The little secret, the gloomy world also shot into the sun, like a soothing heartache. At that time, we were in the street at that time, talking about the words at that time, singing the songs of that time, happy, then our little happiness.
That bridge bridge has carried us too many memories. Too many pasts, when we are noisy around it, it is always quietly waiting there, taking responsibility for others, flowing quietly from the bridge. However, it looked at the river that accompanied it for the rest of its life. The bridge was built because of the existence of the river. We, the mother river, grew up and died because of the same thing. Therefore, for this bridge, we There is also a deep affection. After school in the afternoon, I often came to the river. The river wind blew away our day's sorrow. We are here to tell, there are laughter, sadness, happiness, loss, it just listens quietly, revealing a big smile. Accompanied us. It embraces everything we do, like the elders, sweeping us softly with its loving eyes, giving us warmth, the sun shining on us, the bridge, the bridge accompanying us, no matter who, spring and summer, Whether it is autumn or winter, our bridge.
The setting sun went down, no matter where we were at that time, we went home, the village in the distance, the blue smoke, at that time, left the bridge, leaving only the scene, the red sunset on the mountain top, the horizon Caixia is flowing, and it is beautiful. The people under the sky are running forward, letting the evening wind blow over the cheeks, blowing the hair, the scenery around us is going backwards, running tired, and slowly stopping. Walking, the sun shines behind us, the shadows are dragged long, and at the intersection, they wave their hands and say "ByeBye, see you tomorrow!" They are sent away, only the sun is left, it shines on On the ground, sprinkle a golden place...
At that time, the bridge, the scene, connected in a picture, deeply imprinted in our hearts, actually seems to call you a sentence: dear. You are all very important people in my life. After graduation, we are facing separation. But our friendship has not changed in the past, now, or in the future. I believe that we are not scenery. I have already kept you in my heart. Thank God, let me meet you, Xiao Wu, Xiao Jiu... I am your eternal Xiaoliu...
May you have more clouds in your life to create a beautiful sunset. May all of you be well...

The third day of the fourth middle of the Pan'an in Chun'an County, Guizhou Province: finally ended in loneliness