2. The summer breeze, the clouds that have passed through the years, and the string of thoughts, the dreamlike past, more or less emotions, are drifting more and more clearly, holding the yellow old photos, still smiling happily, and occasionally forgetting the names. I think crazily through the years, but I can't walk into the vicissitudes of memory.
After entering middle school, study and life is no longer as easy as it was at the beginning, and occasionally there will be breathlessness, but whenever I think of that old photo, there will still be a warm wind in my heart. It's an old photo, which frames the pure beauty of our moment. It was a beautiful story, which recorded our past in spring.
4. an old photo, write your feelings in your mind. The vicissitudes of time have lost many innocent years. After many years, no one is romantic anymore. I only saw the scars and lost each other's world. Decorate the rainbow bay of the heart so desolate. It turns out that we haven't changed, but we are too far away from the place where the dream began. Looking back and smiling, I was still so naive. After a lot of storms, we can still be together. Unfortunately, laughter is different. In this way, step by step to another ending. In the end, there is only a little memory of residual temperature, which I will carefully keep for you. In this world, as long as you care, my life will not stop.