You won't change your promise for more than ten years. Maybe you can walk through this long life holding hands with others, but do you know that for her, you give her not only a care, but also a kind of young and ignorant love. . . I took my dream through the trajectory of time and came to today more than ten years later. Pea flower has gone, replaced by another kind of rose that every girl longs for. It is dazzling, but I seem to be particularly afraid of this thorny rose, afraid that I will get hurt if I touch it. I began to miss those humble little pea flowers, those pale yellow petals, those needle-like leaves, and those cotton candy-like platycodon grandiflorum, which gave me too many romantic fantasies. I tried to think, if there were not so many bumps and troubles, would the story of pea flower continue? I'm fumbling for the final answer.
In midsummer, live like garbage. There is a stench in the air everywhere. Maybe even we can't remember where we left our daily necessities. How many people will there be? My favorite hairpins, broken hoods, rubber bands, and many more. Those silly looking at cute stickers, wallpaper that was very popular at that time, and those beautiful girl soldiers. . . Those paper cranes, stars, hearts folded by themselves, those beautifully cut paper-cuts, and those lyrics written by themselves. All this will disappear, too much regret, too much love stored here, too many memories will pass. I really don't know if I will lose myself in the end.
If I forget myself, if I am not myself, if all this is just a fantasy, if all this is just a dream. Then I won't be so sad, so sad, so sad. Right? (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)
As I grow up, my mind matures, I lose too much and experience too much, so I change. Now, I'm afraid of my peace of mind. When I really became a bystander in the world, I began to know nothing about myself and gradually disappeared. What should I do? What did I get in return? Time has taught me to connect one story after another, but it has not told me how to stop it. I began to learn to listen to soothing songs, I learned to really smile, I learned to look at the sky quietly, no longer sad. I began to learn to accept the reality silently and stop doing meaningless struggles. These are all taught by time. Also, how to accept, how to cherish and how to let go. It taught me that the most important thing is not to be forced.
Looking around all this, I still accept the reality frankly. Let yourself grieve again, let yourself cry again. I hope to keep going with the dream of pea flowers, keep going. Now, we are no longer walking in the direction of looking at each other, but back to back and never meet each other. From thousands of miles to Wan Li, this is not only the distance on the journey, but the inner distance. The sadness in your heart is greater than death. Since it is doomed, please smile.
This time I leave you, it is the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road extended to both ends. People who meet again can't meet again. Cherish the people you meet and don't say goodbye.