The days you have passed

If love can't last forever, please let love last forever. If you and I can't be eternal, let me silently cherish the days you have traveled, cherish the smiles of you, I hope to wear the tide, waiting for you.

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Time is quietly passing by like a meteor. I am looking forward to my own uniqueness in the sea. In the season of youthful dance, I am looking forward to that beautiful smile obsession, longing for you, just like eager to flash in life. wing. Looking back at your smile in history, your shadow is still clear in your thoughts. Imagine every happy hug, the blush gently climbs up on the cheek, the heart sprouts between the bones, each of you and me, in the days you and I have gone through, practicing the surprises over and over again, deepening the memory of you again and again. The sun shines through every corner of the soul, reincarnation in memory and reality, friends, you know that I love you.

When you are happy, you like to pull you crazy to your side, grab your hand, spin and run like a irrational child, tell you in a stunned look, do you know? Baby, I love you more than love myself. You are my whole, my soul is in your heart. Love, in a moment, filled into a piece of smashed happiness, the taste of lavender stayed in the bottom of my heart, quietly taste the sweetness of friendship, transparent and fragile like a small glass full of sincerity and simplicity. Every sensitive and fragile nerve exists for you, because I am so afraid of losing you, afraid to leave my only unique.

With you, you have the whole world, your days, every day is full of laughter and laughter. As long as I can look at you, I will be satisfied. Even a small silhouette will make the whole world transparent and clear, because with you, the tears are pure without a trace of evil.

When you are sad, you like to lie on your shoulders and cry, like to hug you tightly, listen to every comforting word you remember, like to whisper in your ear, the dark clouds in your heart are gentle I will fade away, leaving a shallow scar, and caressing the slightly youthful youth, which makes me more clear about the days you and I have traveled. The wings of love flutter between the backs. As long as there is love, I will remember your warmth. The shadow, like a warm wind, blows away the hair that is gently entangled. Gently, your eyes are staggered, and the traces of sorrow are gone. The blue silk is gently stroking behind the ear. When it is most decadent, you and I are gently dependent, the tears are gently sliding down, but the sweetness is extremely, it is the tears of happiness, ringing your neck, in your ears. Gently whisper, know? I love you more than love everything.

The shallow smile between the breath prohibits the whole world. Only you and my most transparent friendship, only you, only the beautiful you, only one. You are transparent sunshine and air, covering my heart; you are a fertile and soft soul pure land, I lay in your chest and happily sprouted the seeds of love, smiling lightly and lightly.

You are also me, I am also you. Everyone has two faces hidden in his heart, one is hot and anxious, and one is quiet and indifferent. The process of growing up is the struggle of these two spiritual thoughts. Instead of confusing the thoughts, why not cherish the days that have passed each other. In the days that you and I have gone through, the snow and ice have condensed and ignited. Weak, face-to-face, heart-like, let the soft and soft, let us calmly face everything, let us learn to be strong in the face of setbacks, let us grow up in the ice and fire, let peace The arrogance in the heart of the ice.

In the happiness, count the shadow of love, learn to be indifferent in the peace and fiery, heart and ice lotus.

Transparent, transparent, my dream, the snow is burning with a blue-violet flame, the frozen and warm memory, your blue sailor suit, my simple plaid skirt and bow, rotating into A kind of bleak happiness.

If love can't last long, please let love last forever. If you can't live for a long time, let me cherish the days that you have traveled all my life, cherish the snow and ice that smiles around me. I hope to wear ice in the fire and love you.

supplement:

The various vines that climbed the wall outside the window had rhythmical undulations. The red and purple waves rolled up in the air and slammed into my window. Sure enough, the fragrance was full of my world. With the small waves, a burst of autumn also poured into my heart: life should be mature, just like the colors of autumn. Imagine how many people can seriously appreciate the depth of this autumn? How many people can love the beauty contained in this?

Life is always repeated between gain and loss. When I was a child, I often ran to the beach to pick up shells, and then I carved my name on the shell I found, which means it is mine. One day, I picked up a beautiful and beautiful shell. I don’t know why, but I got a strange idea in my head: I want to send it back to the sea. I thought: Since the sea gave it to me, it will always belong to me. So I threw it out hard. When the shells flashed into the sea, there was a strange, sour feeling in my heart. From then on, on the noisy beach, there was a little girl with a slightly lonely feeling of remorse, carrying a small bucket every day at the beach... The bucket of shells when I was a child is now gone. If you think about it, even if you didn't throw the beautiful shell or smash it back, you can only take a look at it and put it on the top of the pile of shells. Then? Then I was abandoned in a corner with the bucket of shells. Today, it was for the original that I did not find the shell that I abandoned, so it will become more beautiful in my remorse. Is not it? Many things are like this.

A few years ago, my friend went to study in the distance. I accompanied him to wait at the station and did the final farewell. The moon that had never been awakened on my head smiled at me with a faint smile. I think the parting at this time should be regarded as the most bitter of all the tastes of life! Because, after a "goodbye", I can no longer enjoy the smile when I met, and I can no longer appreciate the warmth of my companionship. Too many can't, but what can be done, even though we are still reluctant, we still don't want to. When the door was slowly pulled, not only did we isolate us, it also proved our parting. However, is there really a parting in the depths of the soul? If so, then in the moment of leisure, how can his smiling face still appear in front of my eyes, how can his familiar figure still accompany me in every lonely dream. And my friend, in the middle of the night of confusion, still fascinated by his faint smile. It is time to review the past time and time again, I never think that there is any pain or sorrow in this parting, but it will be considered beautiful, isn’t it? It is undeniable that the power of aroma cannot be ignored, because it has already ruled over large areas of land in our inadvertently. It's just that you can't see it forever, but as long as we get closer, we can still perceive its existence with perception, and the beauty that floats in our hearts.

The second day: Ding Xinyu