That year of love letter

The love letter of that year, the Green handwriting and the ignorant emotion, which I read unintentionally after many years, all of which were shining on the yellow letter paper. I like this description. The melody of Jiang Meiqi’s love letter of that year rings in my ears, just like, when youth is about to end, let us again, returning to the best period of ignorant youth, I just want to miss it. There is nothing else to think about. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, I was always full of expectations for the future. In this expectation, I was more or less confused. I couldn’t see the outside world, and I yearned for it, but I didn’t know that step, how much courage do you need. At that time, I always thought that the future was far away, the outside world was wonderful, and there were too many things we wanted to touch. I thought that as long as I went out, those beautiful neon lights and scenery would be in myself. So I always think that the time is faster and the pace of growth can be faster, so that I can reach out to touch the future faster. When time was swaying, leading our steps forward, trenches and valleys, stepping on a winding growth footprint, suddenly turning back, I found that, we have stepped out of the greenest time, the ivory tower and the complicated society. We are no longer the little children of those years. In those simple days, we have classes, do test papers, simply laugh or cry. The children who played crazily together in those years were already missing around us. When we missed each other occasionally, we found that we had watched two different sunny days in two different cities. We seldom write with a pen. Our fingers touch the keyboard more. In a knock, we knock down some words that are easy to forget after that. We seldom read books, even if it appears occasionally, it is just a general omission. When we have passed the age of writing love letters, we will listen to this melody again and listen to the lyrics singing: We have no intention of rereading the love letters of that year, and the time is long and the youth is getting older. The period of knowing each other and wishing each other for beauty that could not be returned all shone on the yellow letter paper. That is youth, verses mark, don’t blame reading Heart will jump. Do you still remember that beautiful paragraph? Maybe the letter to you should have been thrown away. Only in this way can you get what you once lost elsewhere. I always feel infinite feelings about the years, the past, and the people and things I have experienced. This kind of song is always suitable for listening when you are alone. If you are interested, if you still keep it, you can open the box for memory and open the yellow letter paper inside, those immature words float in front of us, carrying the shadow of those years. How many people still keep the love letter of that year, and when I think of it occasionally, I will read it out and read it? How many people still remember those ignorant and young little emotions? When I think of it occasionally, will I blush and heartbeat? How many people still remember those small agreements? About the future and dreams, there are always many common aspirations, thinking that the distant future will surely go forward with each other. Where did the little boy or girl go that year? Have you become a passerby or just a good friend? When there are few years left that can be called Youth on your hands, how much can you miss in your heart? The love letter of that year may no longer have emotions. That he or she has got the future you never gave from other places, and this yearning is only for commemoration, and there is no other thought. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…