I don't understand the darkness of the night, but I like the night, I like the night with less hustle and bustle, more tranquility, less glitz, and more silence. The pen is quiet www.biquge.info a person, a gust of wind, a mood, a season of sentimentality, and a memory, all presented. Some people say that the past can be drunk, and memories are a hangover, and Zhan's shallow memories in the glass bowl are always slightly smoky and cold, rendering the most heartwarming encounter and the most reluctant parting.

At night, the memory seems to have been suddenly pressed backwards by God, just for a moment, everything returned to the past~ innocent, simple, happy era, pure as black and white background photos, blue sky and white clouds, open the window, bursts of fragrant fragrance, life seems to overflow happiness, the corners of the mouth inadvertently upturned, I dare not say that it smiles brilliantly but at least it comes from the heart.

There is such a group of people in the corner of memory, who used to cheat together, skip class together, scold teachers behind their backs, and don't care together, because at that time, we didn't understand trains and distances, didn't understand love, didn't understand life, didn't understand that lost love would mature, didn't understand that mobile phones had to have traffic to be Baidu, didn't understand money and materials, didn't understand the end of the world predicted by aliens and Mayans, and the world at that time only had sunrise and no darkness, only blooming and not withering.

There may be a place in the dust in my heart, if life is really a strange encounter, how can I remember the beauty of your passing by, and how can you enter my heart and become a shore that I can never cross. Hehe... Didn't you say that it was good to forget? Some people always have a lot of thoughts after losing some things, so many fragments circling in their minds, maybe they don't cherish it, maybe they don't have it, alas... We're always too sad.

And now, time and distance have opened us, in the long river of time and space, we are like the softest aquatic plants, using their own delicate strength to adapt to all kinds of outside, occasionally thinking of you in the distance, will unconsciously pick up the mobile phone, but to whom, forget it, may be busy for life and future, I think so.

Life is not in a fairy tale, jumping out of the past, we may be very humble and incompetent compared to others, but without an umbrella, we must learn to run, learn not to bow our heads, to move forward strongly, not afraid of ridicule and contempt, because we firmly believe that the reason why the earth is round is to let you have one day

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