The weather this year is actually not weird at all, everything comes in time. The weather suddenly gets hotter at the beginning of summer, and drops sharply at the beginning of winter. It seems like all these changes happen in just an instant.
Seasons are no different from people. No matter how cold the winter is, if you wait, the flowers will bloom, and spring will come as promised.
We met and separated again. Thinking about it now, it was just a momentary thing. Some things you thought you couldn't forget, just wait until the new flowers bloom, and the sadness when the old flowers fall will disappear.
I am not good at saying goodbye. I can say goodbye easily through the screen. I will not break the silence easily. Sometimes I imagine myself standing in front of you again. Uneasy, hesitant, and at a loss are the words I can think of.
In fact, I was probably still as calm and chatting and laughing as usual, as if it had always been like this between us.
I followed the river into the mountains to find the end. The water in the river was clear and cold. I thought I would see a spring. It gurgled out from the ground and became a stream, a river, and a sea.
The river disappeared, the water became smaller and smaller, and I saw nothing.
I have never broken through the darkness, although we have gone through a bright day together, when we are separated, we return to the darkness. There is actually nothing at either end of the water.
You are still you, I am still me.
I always believe that time controls what we experience and what we have not experienced.
What time calls us to meet, we cannot avoid it no matter what, and what time calls us to discard, retaining it is just a futile gesture.
I'm going, you go too.
I have paranoid suspicion that I cannot achieve happiness. This may be the reason why I cannot achieve happiness. His restrained affection and always-maintained rationality are unfathomable indifference to others.
What moved me deeply was those somewhat unspeakable past events, those things that others may see as shortcomings, but they are felt by you.
"Love makes you free", huh, this is the most ridiculous lie I have ever heard.
Love is the center of the world. We break away from love and rely on our legs to go to the land of dreams. We think we have gone a long way, but when we look back, we find that we have just circled around the center.
I went to the mountains a few days ago and saw a bunch of bright red fruits, which caught my eyes. But I walked past it. I am very curious about everything, but I am not very interested in everything.
I long for any beautiful things, because I know that they will disappear in a warm afternoon. When they appear in front of me, I can't have too many feelings for them.
I am unbearable. I was born small, but I always hold my proud head high, thinking that no matter how unbearable someone is, someone will like me.
Stories are told to people only when their hearts have cooled down, because they are in the midst of it and cannot be stated in an objective way.
We tell our own stories, but we are not the masters of the stories. Our feelings may seem rich, but our hearts are extremely desolate.
Facing the changes of seasons alone sometimes feels more casual. Shoes can be worn in all seasons, and winter clothes do not have to be bought new every year.
People like colorful spring and poetic autumn, but I prefer summer. Summer is simple, with a solid color vest, a pair of shorts above the knees, and a pair of slippers between the toes. The sun is warm and the heart is comfortable.
We don’t really mean what we say when we don’t see each other, and we don’t express what we mean when we meet. In fact, we only have one wish: I hope you are well!
