Fleeting time, never broken

Fleeting time, never broken

The old days are printed with mottled paint! Standing in the memory, there were only gray negatives everywhere, and those bright fleeting times in the past were also shocked to pieces by this flowing time! It’s the sentimental rainy season again. The sound of raindrops outside the window and the whistle in the distance are intertwined and lingering! Most of the time, I am used to turning on the desk lamp, biting a pen under the dim light, writing down some feelings, or writing a story about him and her! Then I fell asleep unconsciously. When I woke up, I didn’t know how to continue the story and how to piece it up! Bustling and noisy, a world of ups and downs! I want to say that it is raining again outside the window! The Mortal World washed by heavy rain looks particularly bright. I opened the drawer and it was much empty, because the letters filled in the drawer had been blocked in a corner of my hometown. In the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school, while hesitating, he lit the candle in his hand and burned most of those memories! In those years, we were really ignorant and cute! When I opened the Alumni record, I found that there was a person who had such a tacit understanding in my memory at that time, although I only occasionally commented on my mood and diary in QQ, and then sighed with emotion. In high school, there was no intersection. Even if we met, we just passed! Everyone has his own story. Since we don’t want to be disturbed by others, why should I try to enter others’ world? Our encounter was purely a coincidence. In our own vitality, we should have been the role of the god of time in each other. But you actually left a thick footprint in my life. The Trace has not been buried by the years after such a short time, as if you had never left clearly, still wandering in my life! The memory of you is always far and near, cold and hot. I know, even if you try your best, you will still be the warmth that I can’t get close to in this life! 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…