In the early morning, the sun outside was bustling in front of the window, and Han Chen, who had not slept all night, dragged his tired body, deliberately rubbed his blurred eyes caused by staying up late a few times, and observed the slightest change in the campus with great interest.

In my memory, there are countless insomnia like this, but I have never been lonely and helpless like last night and tonight.

The mood has been wandering, and the whole dormitory is very solemn, confused, helpless but mixed with a little anger, so that this night has to show an unusually endless and tough, he is thinking, he has been waiting for the dawn, waiting for tomorrow's sun, waiting for tomorrow's her, waiting for tomorrow's uncle's health, waiting for tomorrow's smile, waiting for tomorrow's everything that can happen.

Some people say that the wait is long, this long wait will bring people disappointment, and even destroy people's hopes, will send us into the abyss of despair, maybe the result of waiting will be too far from what we imagined, sometimes we care too much about the result, and ignore the process of waiting.

It is also said that waiting is beautiful, just like a seed sown in spring now, it has to go through the scorching sun, the raging wind, and the impact of heavy rain to usher in the golden autumn.

He had been silently praying, praying that everything he was waiting for could have a golden autumn harvest that would bring everything to peace, and that he could bravely raise his head and bravely face the person she had always wanted to protect.

Perhaps, only by experiencing these and walking through such an environment can he allude to a real him, and make a resolute choice between running and comfort, otherwise he will fall into the whirlpool of life like a disaster, without any creation and breakthrough, and terminate at the initial moment.

And this decision, no matter which angle it is hammered, will evolve into a kind of responsibility, at least for a period of time, between abandonment and pursuit, he will be alone melancholy, hesitation.

In fact, he has already set a direction for himself, as well as the methods and goals, but sometimes he rationally doubts the feasibility of that direction, and what he cares about most is whether he will agree with everything about him.

And he is even more confused about the method and the goal, is he the dust star that hides in the middle of the night, or the quiet Kazuki? so calm and yet so arrogant, tiptoeing lightly, letting him profit and fall in light and dark, still arrogantly floating among the stars.

Perhaps, waiting is to seek a glimmer of opportunity, to wait for all the hope brewing, to create a bright tomorrow, to wait to move towards the tomorrow he wants, the way he imagines life.

On the weekend, the sun shone on the campus, and everyone crowded out to enjoy all the beauty of spring.

Walking in the familiar campus, the shadow of the tall building covers the sun overhead, probably because it is too early, he still can't feel the temperature of the sun, he is bored along the way, silently counting the windows of the tall building, looking forward to a window sticking out of her head, beckoning to him, and comparing those childish grimaces to him, how good it should be.

He knew that these fantasies were impossible, and such expectations were completely disappointed, he could no longer see the busy people in the window looking back, her smiling face in the busy, only the empty years were still flowing quietly.

Counting the ginkgo biloba leaves on the tree, imagining her appearance, and outlining the care, the longing, the simplicity of childhood, and the memories that always follow his steps.

The sun shone through the leaves, and his eyes were clouded with colorful light, and he tried to keep his eyes open, looking for the original scene, but he lost the mind to return.

I still remember her saying with a smile: "If you can't find your way, go to the brightest place, and let someone else look for you." ”

But now, he has lost that time, lost that youthful time, has lost her days, has lost her years, has lost her time, even the bright places are dimmed, how to recover the past, how to find the future?

Spring goes to autumn, flowers bloom, sweet stream water moistens the heart that has long been dry, slowly green is already a withered grass campus, time goes back, so that the campus that has been desolate for countless years has become vibrant because of spring, and the ginkgo biloba tree that she taught her to paint is also standing in the campus green, and it seems that her shadow is still remaining from a distance.

Suddenly, I wanted to pick up the paintbrush again, sit under the tree again, and quietly teach her to paint the ginkgo leaves, the ginkgo tree, and the boy and the girl under the tree again.

He didn't dare to forget, because he was reluctant to give up the affection of the year, for fear that he would wither the affection in his heart, wither the scenery piece by piece, and let go of this life and grow old with his son.

He walked quietly under the ginkgo tree alone, looked at the sunny campus, and the ginkgo tree above his head, and couldn't help but sit on the grass.

He wrote her name on the vast land, and he hoped to sprinkle the seeds of the Forget-Worry Grass under the ginkgo tree they liked, and connect the city under the sky, and he must have carried out his heart and told her all the love words that he had not yet had time to say.

He thought, this is the long scroll he wants to draw for her with a lifetime of tenderness, may the shadows between them be swallowed up by the sun, and a bright and clear four seasons, every day is new, out of the shadow of life, out of those unpleasant times, from a new path to a new embrace.

We can always mention our love for life, 100% love, who wants to taste everything, naturally see through a lot.

We can also continue to travel, to live, to experience life, to embody the delicacy of life, and to accept, accommodate, in the eyes of ordinary people, there is no unimaginable words. So what kind of life can be regarded as dripping and close to flawless refinement?

On the road of life, others stop and go! Some people walk faster than you, and some people stand in your way, but you can only make a detour and keep going! Because you have one more rope than others to tie you! The shackles of fate often shuttle through the crowd, not for no one to stop, but the trend of fate makes you go all the way.

Walking through the darkness, I can see your face, and I know that the light in the distance must be you shining for me. Maybe it's just a moment of warmth, but it melts away my loneliness for many years.

Gradually, life has also taught us how to be attentive, let us learn how to continue to pursue the future in silence.

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