you

you

I saw purple warm flowers open in my dreams and smashed the whole world.

--Inscription

How long have we not sat down and chatted?

In the memory, you raised a fuzzy smile and said something under the wisteria stand. The sentences that have touched me that have warmed me are now as fragmented as broken old films.

I looked at the back of your stroller, and wanted to catch up and pat your shoulders, laughing and talking about trivial things. "Ah, is there something?" Your tired tone brought me back to reality.

It’s okay.

I can't say anything that doesn't make sense to you who work hard so hard. It's really sorry to take up your time. Even so, I still try to laugh and say to you -

Pay attention to rest.

You have not looked back.

Time will change everything.

Half a year ago, you said to me plainly, "How can I ignore you and stupid?" I smiled very warmly and happy six months ago.

"Stupid" shouting in a complaining tone. I don't know why there is no such intimacy at this level.

My score is not as good as the top five of each exam grade, and my appearance is not as dazzling as you are naturally beautiful.

I have seen many stories, and good girls always find an ordinary girl to act as a girlfriend. The good people ran in front of the laughter, and the ordinary people chased after them.

- Why is it far from your distance?

You used to open the skylight when I was most frustrated, let the sun illuminate my heart, and you warmed my world under the flower stand of the wisteria.

I secretly decided to work hard to maintain the shelf life of this friendship.

But what can't be achieved for half a year, when was the last time you talked with you with a smile? When?

You always say that we still have a long, long time to squander, saying that we will not be separated in the future, as if you are deep into my thoughts. You said that people don't feel together together. You said, you are my best friend, it used to be, and it will be in the future.

You are still my best friend, but what am I in your heart?

It’s awful to always stop me with such doubts.

I want to stand on the same plane as you, and I want to talk with you as usual.

I just want to walk side by side with you under the flower stand and hold hands.

The purple warm flowers are open in the eyes and smashed the entire sky.

Writtenby land

Third day: Lu Ziye