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Because of the ongoing epidemic, you have nothing to do at home and sit quietly in the study and drink tea. I am preparing to clean up the mess I have made in the study recently. Suddenly I found a yellowed diary during my college years. It was a notepad of various thoughts I wrote in 2003. One of the pages was taken off, floating alone, especially eye-catching. The moment was opened, my mood rippled. It was a love letter that had not been sent out, and it was a love letter that could never be sent out.
The original text is as follows:
The first time I saw you was rainy, snowy or sunny, I don’t remember it anymore, I just remember it was a morning when the breeze blew on my face, and suddenly a bright smile bloomed into a beautiful chrysanthemum in my heart.
You and I are a distance from each other, and I want to cross her forever. What is eternity? It is destruction at the most brilliant moment! I couldn't figure it out, so I kept thinking, like a dark cloud covering my thoughts, and a thin string of a kite flew out of my heart. From then on, ended the passion for pursuit. I am still me, you or you, the only thing that remains unchanged is the eternal distance between you and me.
What is constantly repeated is the dark night, the stories in the dark night are joy and pain. I also admire it with my heart and call with my soul. You were able to see you the night you left, and you brought me infinite joy, but then there was no trace of pain. Your heartless smile at that moment was still as bright as the stars for me. The moment your back disappears, the night is as quiet as death. I stood alone in the cold night, touching warm tears on my cold face, all of which were loneliness and regret. Tears are bitter, but heart is sad. The only thing left in your heart is your heartless and charming smile, I think this is the only one that can last forever.
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