I can’t remember some memories

Some memories are not hard to remember, but dare not touch. Some memories are not forgotten, but don’t want to regain. Time is like sand, 1.1 point buried of memories, so far on the heart of the bottom most. Life is like a book, turning back page by page, sometimes it will turn faster, passing by at a glance, without stopping a little, sometimes it will read more seriously and put into it, as a result, I couldn’t get out of it. When I was pulled away, I felt some pain, some nostalgia, and some disappointment, so there was a depth in my memory, I have memories that I can’t forget but dare not touch any more. Unconsciously, it seems that it has gone through several Spring and Autumn Periods. Memories are getting farther and farther, and those people who have been chatted and talked all day long and the things told have already faded away unconsciously in the passing of time. Suddenly I found that the importance I once thought had lost its original weight and significance. Just in the casual moment, I still remember the original appearance in my mind, which is beautiful and annoyance, longing but disappointed. Did I read too hard, so I was so impressed that I needed to forget it for a long time, the memory that was forgotten with great efforts was so pale and feeble in front of time. In the face of the past, no matter happiness or pain, it is a kind of powerless memory to recall now, without any mixed emotions. It seems that it is just a smile to recall the past so hard to let go. That memory was just a touch of dust. It was inconspicuous but deeply existed, but it had no pain or itch with itself. In the face of setbacks, people have an instinct, that is to escape; In the face of difficulties, people will have an idea of knowing difficulties but not; In the face of pain, people often choose to be closed. Everyone will say that time can dilute all the misfortunes or disasters or sorrows that happened today. Maybe time really has magic power in this aspect, it makes the brain automatically choose fuzzy memory, but it never disappears. In fact, it is not time that weakens everything, but we truly understand that we will not entangle ourselves and punish ourselves in memory. When it was already a memory, people and things related to that memory had already been irrelevant to themselves. Some memories are memories, not memories. They just exist in their own lives without any overlapping past events. Maybe after a few years, those people who had made a lot of troubles might face each other calmly. They had already lost the strength of tit-for-tat at that time, and they might pass each other with a relieved smile. Past wind, painful. Wind feng luo, already irrelevant, anodyne. Those who had been mentioned were buried in the dust with time in this way, and they could not forget but could not remember; Those tears that had flowed had already been dried in the years and stopped in their eyes; those who have longed for your future have already run aground on the road of coming. Memories have already lost their original emotions, and unconsciously faded into silence. Who ever laughed and cried in whose life? Who has ever been in and out in whose life? These have already been weathered in time, getting farther and farther, getting more and more blurred, so that they finally disappeared in the eyes, sealed in the bottom of the heart, more and more invisible, more and more unable to remember. Things in memory fade away like this. The people in my memory disappeared like this. Memory wind withered. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…