When I was a child, I always hoped to grow up quickly, but when I grew up, I always fantasize about going back to the past. When we repeatedly struggle with our comings and goings, we can only sigh that the years are fleeting in the embarrassment of being called by the little loli, but unwilling to admit it. At this time, we will still recall the carefreeness of childhood, but no longer curl up in our innocent bodies;
will still believe in the beauty of love, but no longer let ourselves be unable to extricate ourselves; we will still hear the thoughts of our parents in our ears, but we will feel that there will be no more beautiful music in the world than this.
How many people are crying silently while humming "The older you grow, the more lonely you become, the more uneasy you grow"? How many people are silent when listening to "Old Boy"? Our childhood sweethearts, our bamboo shoots, where are you now? Are you okay now? We, who were young and frivolous, laughed so freely, indulged in youth, and bubbling and green. Now, the sudden busyness occupies our lives, and the reality we have to face surrounds our world. Among the vast beings, we are ready to move and constantly trying to break through the siege, but there is always an inexplicably powerful centripetal force that binds us and is difficult to break free.
Do you still remember Shu Ting's "To Oak Tree"? My favorite poem in middle school is "Love - not only love your majestic body, but also love the position you stick to and the land you have under your feet." There are some people in life who miss us but don’t have time to meet us; they meet us but don’t have time to meet us; they know us but don’t have time to get to know us; they still have to say goodbye when they are familiar with us. I still remember the first time we met, the first time we looked at each other, the first time we held hands, the first time we talked about everything, the movies together, and the ups and downs we went through together. You are happy with my happiness, I am sad with your sorrow, we look forward to everything for the future, as beautiful as the wind, but in the end we are still weepless, with the love of each other's best time, turning around, throwing it into memories, disappearing with the wind, or buried in Winnie's honeypot, forever placed in a place that no one can touch. But no matter how crazy this world is, no matter how crazy this world is, I just want to say one thing: Dear, thank you for being here in my world.
Clean quiet, clean quiet, photography, macro, flower
Yesterday, my busy work made me forget my gratitude concern in my backpack. When I got home at night, I remembered the text messages and calls that were not sent on my phone. Every time I call my mother, I always say that I am doing well, but my mother is still worried and asks about her well-being. Every time I really want to tell my mother, "Mom, I love you, I miss you so much", but I always choked back when I say something. When I called last night, my mother said, "I want to see you so much." I was already in tears on the end of the phone and couldn't control myself, so I hung up the phone in a hurry. After all, I still didn't say that sentence. Alas, I am grateful, but I can't always tell you.
Perhaps, the old boys will become more and more lonely
Perhaps, the dear once found his own happiness
Perhaps, the mother is still nagging at home how the little P child is doing
Perhaps, ours The world is always so helpless
Peach blossoms❀, fear, girls, beauty, women
But,
I will still insist on following my heart, I will continue to look for breakthroughs in life, even if you tie my feet, I will still be desperate!
I still believe in love, but I will no longer let go so easily. I don’t have time to participate in your past, and I will accompany you to the end!
There will always be one day when I will muster up the courage to say loudly to my mother every day: Mom, I love you!
Life is actually no big deal. Even if the world is always cheating on me, I always enjoy it
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