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If it is a 100‰ person, no matter how many times you miss the passing year, the looming contact points in your life should be clearer; If it is a 100‰ person, no matter how many times you misunderstand and fall in love with someone else, you still know that the other party has just come to a fork in the road; If it's a 100‰ person, no matter how late you find out your mind, you just happen to be standing there when you come back in a circle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When I first suddenly wanted to write this, I didn't know what to write, but I just wanted to write something.

What counts as 100% people?

Life has been running non-stop since the beginning, like a waterwheel by the water, squeaking and slowly spinning in the long river of time. Yes, the river of time is a very long river, and the old waterwheel on a certain bank occupies only a little space. Compared with the vast river, it is not important at all. And we are like the old waterwheel, the waterwheel is swirled by the current, and our lives are like this, under the compulsion of time, passively moving forward. There are always moments when we want to stay forever. But we had to move forward, and we missed.

Time makes me love and hate it, hating it because it is unreasonable and we can't stay. I love it, but because of its unreasonableness, it keeps us moving forward, so that we have more of those moments in the future. People are so cheap, they obviously don't want to move forward, but they look forward to the moments when they don't want to move forward in the future. Life is also going around one circle after another. There is no end to time, and the old waterwheel will eventually decay.

So many things, so many people, always appear in our lives in a state of unity and unity, and there is a saying called meeting me for goodbye. It sounds a little sad in it.

To be 100% people, you should include the emotional world and life experience, right? Feelings include family, friendship, love, and joys and sorrows; And does life experience include encounters, acquaintances, acquaintances, promises, misunderstandings, prejudices, and misses? In countless misses, as well as looking back and turning, our lives continue to appear in the sight of others, and then two unrelated lives intersect together, which also causes a person who passed by us in the crowd at a certain time, and appears in our lives in the next few encounters, and then the parallel lines intersect and become friends, after several twists and turns, they may become dead friends or lovers, such people, at first, may not pay attention, but later, they have to pay attention, because we need.

I've had a lot of decisions with a group of friends I've known before, a little bit younger than me, and some of them have believed in me a lot. But with the change of time, it has changed many of our places, such as now, when I saw the previous so-and-so, I suddenly found that the kid was taller than me, yes, a few years have passed, and then I naturally withdrew from the position within the decision, silently sighed, time, really fast, and then suddenly felt that I had lost something, yes, that is, there was a gap or generation gap between us, and then our lives began to move in the opposite direction, maybe there will be no intersection in the future, maybe those days, It will become an episode in childhood, and then slowly disappear into the depths of memory, yes, memory is limited, a person's life has 6 or 70 years, then, when more and more things happen, they will choose to forget some, and what is forgotten is all those, something that was very small, very small.

I have to say that at a certain time, I found that some people who lived under their own umbrella before, after a period of time, have their own life circle, have their own career, and have the ability to take charge of themselves, perhaps, there are also some people who have gone further than themselves, in addition to gratification, maybe there is a little bit of jealousy. Then sigh, alas, the years are not forgiving. Therefore, there is the saying that don't bully people's youth.

Life is missed, the years have passed, and then that person has finally become 100% person, but the price of becoming a 100% person is to miss so much beauty, and because of missing so much, people know how to cherish it.

The years go by, in fact, no matter how many misses have been made, in that long river, it will eventually be annihilated, because when the waterwheel has decayed, those memories have no carrier, and what remains is only the name engraved on the tombstone, the date of birth, and the person who was buried together, okay, I have missed so much in my life, and the only one who has not missed it is the one who was buried together. In fact, when many people are old, they have to write memoirs, and the meaning of writing down that memoir is not to show it to future generations, but just to write it down in the twilight of life, to pay tribute to those who have been lost, and to talk about it.

Time is moving forward, and life is forced to move forward, now, should we think about it, if we miss it, we will not look back? Because if we can go back, time can go back, but the truth is that time can't go back, so should we spend a few years of our lives and then go back to what happened a few years ago? Time can have N years, and how many lives can there be?

When the sun falls

The willow leaves gradually stopped shaking

Early in the morning, we wandered in the grass by the river

In the evening, the river flooded my eyes

Tonight, I can only hang on this hook crescent

Look where you're going

Step on fallen leaves on a stone slab

Dust drops the echo of your steps

Smoke rises from the bushes

I use the wings of imagination

Clothed in a golden glow

No one knows that we are strangers

It's like no one knows where you're going

On the riverbed, the green water is still writing thoughts about you

However, heavy rain spread over the mountainside again

My love, where are you

I wrote the rest of the language as sorrow

These monotonous years

I kept interpreting the loneliness in my eyes

Without you, the wind lowered its head

Today, let this mood bloom

I want my fragrance to spread to your roof

My love, your smile adorns my walls

and the white handwriting on the paper

Behind the summer, why gradually

It's getting colder and colder