It's a bit nagging in the front, but let's start my emotional experience in earnest!

In my residence, there is a collection room of mine. I'm not here to guard against anyone, and I don't have any valuable art collections, so don't patronize those who love to bring other people's things home!

First of all, there is a fingerprint recognition system, and there is a pupil recognition system, hehe, come on, welcome, welcome, welcome, warm welcome to you.

I didn't go in alone this time, and there was the swallow mentioned earlier. Swallows are my first visitor in this collection room, except for what I thought I was, and by far the only one.

When you enter the collection room, you can look up and see the bicycle on the wall opposite the door, which now seems inconspicuous.

Swallow: Why do you want to collect such an ordinary bicycle?

Me: Because this bicycle is not only the first generation of bicycle with a round lock on the rear wheel after the improvement, but also a silent witness to the relationship between me and my first love, and many good memories of me and my first love have happened on its body.

When I saw this bike, I felt like I was back in the memories that left only memories!

First love is ignorant and ignorant, and it is this ignorance that gives first love too much beauty.

If life is a book, then first love is the only blank volume without words in this book.

What is first love?_?There are no words and words that can sum it up, I think it should be described as intoxicated, intoxicated.

I looked at it with memories, and saw the swallow pick it up, a wisp of green silk and a women's folding fan, I: That is a wound of mine, an injury that will never heal, "cut off three thousand troubled threads, and only cross the Buddha with one heart" is the owner of this wisp of green silk, leaving me with the last injury.

Swallow: Who is this picture, new brother? Why are you so similar! There are two words at the end, Nianjun. What do you mean, it can't be your child!

Me: yes, swallow, you see if it's true, and 2011.05.13, that's my son's date of birth.

It's just a pity that when I knew, it was already 2013, and I had been married to my ex-wife for more than a year at that time.

BY CHANCE, ONE OF MY CHENDU PARTNERS, HIS CHILD'S BIRTHDAY, INVITED ME TO GO.

I often say, fate is too TMD fucked up, and it was by chance that my friends and I saw this little boy in a photo in a shopping mall.

The first time I saw the boy, an indescribable emotion was suppressed in my heart.

When I returned to my friend's house, I used the connections I could use, not to mention the financial resources I had expended, and how much favor I owed, only to know the details and addresses of my son and his mother, Le.

When my son Nianjun saw me, he shouted in the yard: Mom, Mom, Dad is back. He tilted his little head and asked me, "Are you your father?" There was uncertainty and expectation in his big bright eyes.

Now that I think about it, I don't feel good in my heart, and I panic. I used the word back, hey!

In the end, I only got this photo, and the name and date of birth on the back were written on the spot.

That's why I go to CHENDU a lot, not because the business is doing so well. I just want to see someone, something.

I don't need to ask again, I have already begun to pick up some of the objects I have treasured, not how precious these objects are, but the stories behind them, which make me fall into memories.

For example, the knife with the word "Yun" engraved on the hilt. Sister Yun, is an eldest sister on the road, I met when I was in Changshu City, at that time, I was still someone else's younger brother, I was introduced by my own brother, to go to one of his hair small. Brother Wen

Brother Wen, I think there are people who pay attention to things on the road, and they should be no strangers, the 2008 Changshu City Government incident was planned by this Brother Wen.

Sister Yun, you can imagine how difficult it is for a woman to make others call her big sister on the road, but the first time Sister Yun and I fell in love, we saw a touch of red. It's incredible!

Passionate as fire, under the charming appearance, but it is a classical woman's body like jade, the two extremes of charming and enchanting and innocent and shy, this is Sister Yun, a real woman who dares to love and hate.

I couldn't adapt to the things on the road at that time, so I concentrated on taking care of the business on the white road, and the wealth of my life began to accumulate from here, but Sister Yun's fate was very bad and tragic, hey! Although I avenged her later, she still went after all.

For example, a cheongsam, a typical cheongsam, the story is too long, so I won't go into details, it is a confidante, according to the proportions of her figure, I will keep it as a souvenir.

There is also a pair of bracelets, jade bracelets, which originally had three pairs, and the other two pairs were given away. These three pairs of bracelets were cut from a jade material that I bought at a high price from the jade market in Yunnan, and the owners of the other two pairs of bracelets are now by my side, so I won't spoil them.

There is also a divorce certificate, the divorce certificate of my ex-wife and me, I don't want to go into details, let time look at everything!

Although in the eyes of outsiders, these objects are very ordinary, but in my heart they are priceless, I are the choice of the top some like, golden silk nanmu, Hainan yellow rosewood, small leaf rosewood, these to make the object of embellishment. It's not a flaunting of wealth, it's just a fact.

People have been in this life for decades, and if you owe any debt, don't owe love debts, once you owe love debts, you can't pay them back if you want to!

Some people say that love is a fragment, a picture, or an inextricable obsession, or even a vague back.

It may be that I am too sad, and many times, I think, what is love?

There are too many lessons given in history, like the overlord Xiang Yu loves Yu Ji, how vigorous the love is, but in the end, the army was defeated in Wujiang, but before killing himself, he killed Yu Ji, history says that he is afraid that Yu Ji will be insulted, but who knows the truth!

Cao Cao admired Xiao Qiao, but in the end, he fled in embarrassment, leaving the corpses of millions of Cao soldiers in Chibi, achieving other people's fame.

Everyone should be familiar with the story of Li Zhi and Wu Zetian! But Li Zhi and Li Shimin, the father and son, have both owned Wu Zetian. In the end, Li Tang Jiangshan, in Wu Zetian's change of dynasty, ironic, very ironic.

In the older generation, love: it is to stay together for a lifetime, full of children and grandchildren, and grow old.

In literary and artistic youth, love: it is a very mysterious thing, you can't see it, you can't touch it, but it exists.

For poets, writers, love is the source of creation, the story that their beautiful words praise.

No matter what kind of love, in the end, two people, a few minutes, isn't it?