Puff"

With a bang, he knelt down, his mind was confused, his mind was blank, and he could only hear one after another scolding, shouting, and wailing. The scene in front of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info changed back to Jiang Guo's past.

A remote town, a dilapidated house, where Jiang Guo and her parents live.

Jiang Guo didn't dare to imagine what was happening in front of her, because this was her former home.

It turns out that some of the encounters in life are just a person's mountains and rivers in the end. If the mountains and the water can be forgotten in pairs, Qingyun will eventually wet the promise, if all the stories will eventually come to an end, all the past will become smoke. Let me be a safe and quiet person, walking quietly in the depths of time, not talking about joys and sorrows, not speaking of loneliness, not telling about the death, only in the depths of the passing years, the fragrance and ink, one word, one sentence, the encounter of this journey of love is faint and dusty, faint aftertaste, let the smoke and rain and red dust, several flowers fall.

I know that every day's morning sun is new, the days, no matter how dull it is, it will not be repeated, in the passage of time, I use my heart, the days, the ********, only the shadow, accompany me to see the moonlight, with some graceful sentences, the past is hidden in time, who said, in this world, all encounters, are reunions after a long absence, why you and I, only cultivate the past life, but no this life. You said, we hate to see each other late, I said, you are not brave enough for love, why do I think about you desperately, but you desperately forget me, why do you want to withdraw love the more, but I fall into the abyss of love......

It has been said that you fall in love with a city because there is someone living in it. I think that when I am obsessed with a story, it is because there is a self hidden in the story. Sticking to a city is because there is a beautiful relationship in the city. Who has said that time is not old, we are not separated, but why can you never find your familiar figure when you turn around? Who once said that if you are well, I will be fine, but why should I never see your way back after a parting? Who has said that if you are wonderful, butterflies come by themselves, God has its own arrangements, but why can you no longer find the indifference in your heart as soon as you enter the red dust? Who once said, if you don't leave, I won't give up, but why do you stop thinking when you stay away once? Is it that I have scratched a wound in your heart that has made you stay away from the affection you have loved for a season? Or have you built a wall in my years to separate the love I have poured into all my life, and since then I have lost love? Or did I finally realize that youth has never had a name called eternity? Crazy missing, in exchange for outrageous perfunctory, gorgeous turn, tears have already fallen into the city......

Some people are like some songs, and they are still the same after leaving. Familiar voices are always remembered in my ears again and again, as if they have never been far away. Sometimes immersed in the moment when I think of you, I can be shallow and deeply missed. Time, always inadvertently, passes by our fingertips. All we can hold on to is the memory, including all the sad and beautiful past. Love always starts with a smile and ends with a tear. Love is always caught off guard, but betrayal has been planned for a long time! Love, after a thousand turns, people are still the same people, but the heart is no longer the original heart. My heart is still the same, and your heart is old.

I go through all the sadness, the saddest thing is that you are not at the end, I go through all the despair, the most desperate thing is that you are still at the beginning! I thought that there was a primordial me in the original place, and there was also a primordial you...... However, people are still the same people, I am still the same me, but you are not the original you. My heart is still the same, and your heart is old.

Sometimes, as we talk, those who were familiar with them are inexplicably strangers; Sometimes, walking and walking, those who are inseparable are scattered unconsciously; Sometimes, those who are obsessed with it are forgotten in the recollection; Sometimes, quietly listening to sad music, listening to it, tears wet my eyes unconsciously; Laughing and laughing in the crowd, suddenly there was silence, and I was inexplicably lonely.

Once, those who swore that they would never give up, but now they have wandered to the ends of the earth and cut off contact. Once, the person who said that he missed me every day gradually faded out of my world and broke off his attachment......

Life is like a play, and drama is like life. You look at the audience, I do it on the stage, imagine the play you want to do. It's you in the play, it's me outside the play, I hate Qingqing on stage or me off the stage, not me and you! One kind of lovesickness, two bitter loves, half a life can not be finished; Only in the abyss of years and months, looking at the bright moon far away, imagine your resentment. The vulgar dust is insignificant, the providence is boundless, holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son, but it is a misunderstanding......

The deepest feelings also have a day of forgetting, the most beautiful things, there is a day of loss, no matter how deep the memory, there is also a day of forgetting, no matter how good a person, there is also a day of leaving, no matter how beautiful the dream, there is also a day of awakening, the most beautiful promise also has a day of betrayal, and the most beautiful memory also has a day of forgetting. If the flowers are beautiful, they can't compete with the flowing water; If the heart is like a rock, it can't beat the clouds.

Qianmo Hongchen, am I intoxicated for you? Who is heartbroken for me? In the vast sea of people, who do I stay for? Who is waiting for me? How long can you treasure the scenery of the mirror? Hongchen smiled, who are you intoxicated for? And for whom is my heart broken? How many people have never found their true love in their lives, and how many people have lost themselves in searching......

If I take the initiative to find you, it is because you are important to me. If I don't take the initiative to find you, it's because I don't know if I matter in your heart. Knowing that you are doing well, my love is inconvenient to disturb. One day, I am less persistent, and I still love you, but I always say to myself, "I can live my own life." "Only in this way, when I am disappointed and lonely, can I not shed tears, do not fluctuate, and smile towards the sun. Because, my love has learned to love you quietly! I don't disturb your peace, I just want you to be happier than me.

I know that no one is anyone's own, and if one day I become indifferent, please remember that when I asked someone to accompany me, you only said that you were busy; If one day I become unsightly, please remember that you did not reassure me at once; If one day I don't care about you, remember that you never heard me; If one day I don't smile at you, remember that you never asked me if I was happy......

The heart that is missing you has been tossing and turning season after season, how many times have you looked at your direction with the moonlight; I have reviewed the words I wrote for you over and over again, how many times have I broken out of the cocoon into a butterfly with the wings of longing and flew in the direction of you. I have always thought that butterflies can't fly over the sea because butterflies don't have the courage to fly across the sea, and now I deeply understand that it's not that butterflies can't fly over, but that the end of the sea has long been gone...... (To be continued.) )