If can if

There is no electric fan rattling in the stuffy classroom of summer. The luxuriant Metasequoia outside the window, without the old vitality, stood there numb and peacefully as if the soul had been removed. Tall and straight. The sunshine scattered on their bodies gently swept through the crevice between the leaves, brushed my shoulders and dropped their mottled light. Napoleon said: everything can be changed. It can’t be found only in the Dictionary of mediocre people. Then whether the irrefutable fact that you don’t love me can also be transformed into the possibility that you have imagined for countless times in your memory: If you love me. There is a song whose lyrics are: if you love me, don’t hurt me. This is not the result I want. But the price of love is hurt. And injury belongs to one of love. Without love, there is no harm. But hurt can’t betray love. It suddenly occurred to me that I had imagined many separation between life and death and touching separation. When the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Countless raindrops fell on the fragile petals. They are vulnerable, lying on the bluestone and dying. Two people who love each other or don’t love each other said to each other under the cherry blossom tree: break up. Then they departed from each other and began to walk out of their memories when they loved each other. The memory is like a bit of debris falling behind me. The second I stepped out of the memory circle seemed to hear something broken in my heart, gently carrying some pain that could not be concealed. I often watch these melodramatic breakups. Although it can’t make people cry, it makes people unforgettable invisibly, imagining themselves as the injured side. Crying in tears like Daiyu. Or maybe, till death. Or is it just a lie made up in my heart for longing for the vigorous but unbreakable love. People know it is a disastrous river. But still unable to swim quietly, I can only sigh and grieve on the other side. However, the truth is that I am can’t see the happiness of those who fall in love with happiness. I always stand alone in the corner and watch the dark crowd on the playground when the sunset shines. I once imagined myself to be a little bit of the dark crowd holding an unknown hand. A lifetime of water flows to the end of life. If, if you love me. Then should I stand under the cherry blossom tree and watch the branches and leaves slapped by the wind. They danced with excitement, like contented children. And the shy flower above my head bowed my head and sighed for my poor life. Or all this is just the beginning of affectation. If you love me. Whether I should stand on the crowded streets. Looking at a strange scenery. Suddenly I remembered your face. Whether there will be sunshine casting on you. Then you will faint smile at the corner of your mouth. There is only blank in the heart of the immersed person. Annie said: those beautiful little fish. When they sleep, they also open their eyes, do not need love, and never cry. They are my examples. Therefore, I went through the small hole of time. My young and frivolous love was stained with mottled traces. Those imprints are not the relentless brushing of time, but my unwilling and unwilling lonely heart. The metasequoia tree outside the window stood there in a numb posture as always. What they warned me in a Alert way was if it was just an illusion. Therefore, I saw everything in front of me: the separation under the cherry blossom tree, the dark crowd, and your face familiar to the noisy streets. They faded away from my sight in a Silent Way. Gradually annihilated into a point. It suddenly rained outside the window, as fine as sticky and wet spider silk. Leaves rustling sound. In the cracks of time. I suddenly saw the small fish in the Lake coexist in a sad and fluke way. 7 seconds of memory. The destruction of a person. So I began to envy. If possible, my memory is only 7 seconds. After 7 seconds, all the pain of love turned into nothingness. The blank impression in my mind continues to carry the memory of only 7 seconds. If you can, if you love me. Whether I can stand aboveboard on the bluestone which has fallen on the ground. Watching your back fade away gradually. If you love me, can I stand in the noisy street and look at your smiling face. If I can, if my memory is only 7 seconds, can I not sit in this quiet classroom with quiet tears. If my memory is only 7 seconds, can I stare at the red eyes in the mirror abruptly after 7 seconds. Then he continued his arrogant posture as if no one was around. However, everything is only limited to IF. And I can only recall it in a sad way. My present and the scene in my memory many years later. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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V parting

Don’t want to say goodbye, but in Farewell, that childish years; Don’t want to say goodbye, always in Farewell, that dreamlike season. Inscription remember that I was young at that time and always believed that lyrical quotes were all classic. Now it seems that it is just a manifestation of one’s own feelings. Naive, naive, and even worse, he was a little white. He always thought that he would not be separated if he got together. He always thought that he would not be separated if he met. Now I think about myself at that time, it is really stupid. Love always reminds me of cherishing after losing it. I didn’t know until I was about to separate. It turned out that there were so many sweetness and Joy oozing from those little quarrels and quarrels. I always thought that life was like a play, and there was one play and the next one, so I didn’t cherish it and let the memory run away, leaving only a blank. Now I just want to make up for it, but I can never go back. At this time, I found that life was like a play, but every play could not come back. Dramatic life, we come and go in a hurry. Once said, at the beginning, we knew that there would always be an end. However, in the end? I was scared, because I was timid, so I started to escape. A Love was vague and unknown. You never realized my mood. When will you meet again? Do you still remember once? The original sentence is right. People always miss what they once owned when they lost, and only when they no longer own can they cherish it. I won’t imagine that I will come back again. I will only keep memories in my heart slowly and never go back to the past. I remembered that I was young at that time. You loved chatting and I loved laughing. Once I sat under the peach tree side by side. The wind was on the treetop and the birds screamed. We didn’t know how to fall asleep. We knew how many flowers fell in our dreams. Yes, recalling the past, how much do you know about the flowers in your dream? Leaving too much makes me timid. After leaving, I recalled meeting each other, and I dreamed several times with you. There is only a pair of silver left tonight, and it is a dream to hesitate to meet. Flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year. Where will we get together again? Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…