《1》

I used to like to go to a small restaurant near the school with a person to eat. After many years, when I took another group of guys to eat at an old restaurant, I bought a big bag of old food, and ate it. But I feel that it is not as good as before. The streets are still the same, the restaurants are still the same, the chefs are still the same, but the taste is far from the same, and the faint sweetness of the memories no longer exists.

I once had a crush on a girl who was waiting for a train in front of the platform. So every day, every day, I walked past the platform where she was on time. Every day, every day, I walked past the platform where she was on time. The cycle goes on and on, so much so that whenever I recall that platform, my heart always swells with excitement and excitement. But one night, the girl disappeared, taking everything she had brought with her, leaving me with the most difficult mystery of my life. When I came to the platform again, I was left with strangeness and helplessness.

Once, I especially liked to chat with a girl on the Internet and talk about all my joys, sorrows, and sorrows. She always rejoices for me when I'm happy and comforts me when I'm sad. I thought that the bridge of fate would be paved, but fate doesn't like to tell the story directly, and the ending of the plot is a tragedy. Since then, I have opened the list of friends, but I have fallen into the emptiness of no one。。。。。。

Gratitude for life allows us to meet a person in this world, makes ordinary meals delicious, makes the cold platform warm, and gives sustenance to sad loneliness. But if there is no such person in the world, memories are no longer memories.

《2》

The sky erased the light of the stars, and it was completely dark. The rain remembered this world and struggled for a few nights. People who should have slept soundly tossed and turned in this night. Please don't tell me this room is empty until the lights are turned on, because I don't miss it

《3》

(Facing the land that gave birth to me for 20 years and the self that is about to leave, my heart says to me to go again)

Walking through this familiar street again, my heart can not be calm for a long time, the speeding of cars, the yellowing of street lights, and the noise of people, all the past has become the past, but the memories run with me. Indeed, this city has left me with too much emotion. I was born here, I am lost here, I am happy here and sad here, too many unforgettable stories are staged here, so that when I am about to leave, there are too many memorable things, traces of my life.

Maybe someone has forgotten, but I'm still remembering a dream one night, on a street corner, where a group of people shouted loudly. We are proud of it, we cheer for it, we cry for it, and the memory of all this blooms in the sky of the 17-year-old. But now that we are about to leave, we have long since heard of such madness. Some of them have given up, some have woken up from dreams, some have changed in maturity, and whether the original naïve dream is just childlike words, all this is clear only to themselves.

At this time, a light rain fell in the sky, and the raindrops fell lightly on my palm, and the twisted palm prints poured out my despair, madness, and rebirth. But this is not where I live, I don't believe in fate.

As I continued walking, my thoughts gradually increased. Dreams turn possession into loss, and loss into possession. This cycle confuses us and gives us an excuse to give up. I don't give up because I want to prove that I exist, that I exist in the heart of this world, this city, these people, or someone. Don't think about it, the false proposition of life, who can judge, I just know that there is no dream to live. Even if the broken dreams I pursue will increase my steps, I believe that dreams are not far away. Even though the setbacks in my life have left me bruised, I believe that this is where I lived. Even if there are still greater storms and melancholy in the future, I believe that standing on tiptoe is heaven.

Suddenly, someone on the side of the road sang loudly, and the song made me nostalgic, made me happy, and made me lonely. Maybe dreams are born lonely. To chase, the heart-warming fire, the sultry dream, this is my journey. Chasing, the journey, I'm on the way.