Jiaojiao accompanies her father to drink, the vicissitudes of life, things are not people!

Jiaojiao wrote:

"That year, the flowers bloomed and the moon was full, and Cangyang Gyatso met the full moon in the year the flowers bloomed, and she was more beautiful than the Dharma in his heart.

He clasped his hands together and walked around every stupa, not for the sake of cultivating the next life, not for the cultivation of longevity, but for the sake of having a relationship with her, just to meet her again and again. He said that at that moment, he was like flying into an immortal.

That year, she was fourteen, he was fifteen, and Yue'er suddenly became round in their hearts.

They held hands and smiled sweetly, some were green, some were shy, and some were shy.

For the first time, the girl was hugged by the boy in her arms, biting her lower lip with her eyes closed, ashamed as if the peach blossoms were pink in March, and she didn't know what to do.

The first kiss that is pure and only the teeth collide with each other, always dreaming back at midnight,

It's always when two people on different sides of the world drink sake alone when they grow up,

He, wanting to kiss again so green that his whole heart trembled,

She wanted the innocence of being embraced into his arms again with her eyes closed and shy, timid,

Like all young loves, he and her were separated.

For the sake of their respective futures, and for the age when they were really ignorant of anything, they had an agreement: eight years.

Perhaps, in the time when he and she were separated, they had thought about their encounter after separation countless times,

In the turbulent sea of people, the joy and reunion of each other's recognition at a glance, the beauty is only each other and the only look,

The sparkle of staring at it

Yet, year after year, year after year, in an era when communication was extremely backward and relied on postal letters

The first eight years have passed, another eight years have passed, and another eight years have passed

A phone call finally allowed the two to sit in the sun and drink tea

"We're all old." The man smiled far-fetchedly, not knowing whether it was sadness, joy or helplessness

"I'm not going to get old." The woman was fierce and kicked the man, only she understood that the kick made her feel like she was back in that year

The woman only saw the tiredness between the man's eyebrows and the helplessness of her helplessness,

The woman also wanted to be silent, but she didn't, she was still so presumptuous, openly recounting her experiences over the years, as well as the search she had never given up, the hope she had never given up and the longing for him in her heart over the years.

The man, as always, was silent and listened.

She knew that today was the final end of that attachment and innocence.

It turned out that he was the only one who was still waiting for the flowers to bloom and looking forward to the full moon.

After this time, she will kick him out of her world forever and no longer obsessed.

Women often think that it is because of this flashy world, because she has experienced the ups and downs of the sea, in this material era, in this adult world without pure love, the innocence and beauty that she once had, so that she can't let go and keep chasing, finding, and not forgetting?

Only the woman herself knows, no.

The answer became clearer and clearer after meeting him, no.

Love is still the same, love is still the same, I don't know if people are still the same? She still wants his arms to take care of her, but she is no longer qualified.

The woman wanted to ask, but after all, she didn't ask, let him go, and let herself go.

Fulfillment is not another way of love.

They walked down the long stone staircase side by side, walking slowly, smiling at the corners of their mouths.

It may be more regretful, and it is sad that it is better to reunite than not to reunite. ”

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