diary

The sweltering weather could not find a trace of coolness.

With a messy mood, I walked back to that home.

The people in the family are busy with their own affairs. Perhaps already accustomed to such a life, there is nothing to be desired.

Looking at the weather outside the window, I looked at the familiar scene that I can no longer be familiar with. This scene reminds me of those past events, piles and pieces, which are vividly in sight...

The friends around me who care about me always say that I have forgotten some sad pasts, because the past has passed, the past can't be changed... but those just can't let go, just don't believe it.

I feel that we are all fooling ourselves. We always feel that many things will be forgotten and can be forgotten.

Many people say that I am very strong. In fact, I am really not strong. At least I can be strong and not crying in front of others. This is enough.

One person dreams, those I lost, I gave up, I abandoned, I have, I am looking forward to...

In the face of friends' guesses, those doubts, I just choose to be silent. Because I know that explanation is cover. If you really don't do it, why bother explaining it?

Regardless of whether it is ignored or not, let the time pass through the memories of the past, let it go its own way, disappear into the long rivers of the waves...

Beijing Dongcheng District Innovation Lijiaxiao 6th Grade: Yang Fei