Song Ciyi said: "The love story of my life When I was a child, you were small and exquisite, and my jade tree was in the wind.

That year, you were 7 years old and I was 6 and a half years old. You asked me to fly a kite on the hillside. I am innocent and mercilessly reject you: Mother said, there are bad people in the mountains, witches and big bad wolves...... Seeing that you looked sullen, I didn't hurry to spit out two words: unless...... You are overjoyed and quickly ask: Unless what? I tugged you by the ear and whispered to you, "Unless you lend me your brother's video!" So, you told your brother about my request. As a result, I went to fly a kite with you with a sad face. It's just that you didn't lend me the dish I've been dreaming of for a long time. And my left eye was bruised and swollen for some reason......

That semester, you were in 6th grade and I was in 5th grade {I repeated}. The bell rings to prepare for the final exam. You rushed downstairs and came to my classroom, took my little hand and said to me, "I'm going to leave this campus next semester...... I thought you were showing off something, so I crossed my hands angrily and pursed my mouth and said loudly: What's the big deal, one day I will "catch" you......

Before I knew it, another year had passed, and I was in the first year of junior high school and you were already in the second year of junior high school. On this day, I wiped down the only antique artifact "Phoenix bicycle" that I had treasured at home for several years. Riding a bicycle and humming a song: 17-year-old bicycle and me, the round dance cycle is very Mozart...... All the way to the light tune, soon to your downstairs downstairs. An unexpected accident happens: you and your brother {later learned it was your cousin} walking hand in hand, talking and laughing, all the way to the campus...... Since then, my grades have been like my heart, and they have been declining rapidly in a vertical line. I began to fall: smoking, drinking, skipping school, skipping school, surfing the Internet, smoking the computer, and watching the third-level ......

This year, you failed to be a provincial key high school with excellent results.

This year, it was my turn to take the high school entrance exam. My outstanding grades made my parents and teachers nervous. With the help of my mother and teacher, you promised to tutor me in revision! You always tirelessly explain to me, but I always love to look at you in the explanation!

Soon, it's time to choose a school to apply for. You encouraged me to apply for Harvard, and I had to say yes. With self-knowledge, I quietly applied to the campus where you are currently studying! Finally, the results are in. I'm just 0 off. 5 scores with a "focus" wave. But by chance, he just became the new champion among the freshmen in your school......

Today, you are gone, and I don't know where I have a lot to say......

Therefore, some likes need to be buried in the ruins of time, filling the void in their hearts.

If you believe in love, you have to bear it.

Some people, like me, have a crush on the only one in their hearts. Swallowing bitter love, guarding it day by day for several years, a little effort is to get close to the person who is so good. One day, I will transform into a very beautiful version of myself to be worthy of a very beautiful you, and this belief supports us to go on. That's love.

There are also people who are happier than me, and there is a person standing next to me who wants to stay. Maybe it will be until you are old, maybe it's a show. But that's also love, they go through it, they love and hate, until the scabbed place starts to bleed again, and they still have the courage to put out the fire despite the moths. The love I am in awe.

There are also people who have a vacancy in their hearts, who have not yet found that person or who have been lost somewhere. They float in this world, their hearts have no scars, and they are still pure. It is said that those people will always be happy and happy because they deserve to be loved. Their love is wonderful, perhaps like amber.

No matter what kind of love model it is, since they have identified each other, they should be well maintained, right? I hate betrayal and abandonment, and there may be many people like me, who want their love to be absolutely pure, and I often write that because of love, so together, I have turned my back on everything, and my world is only you.

It's perfect, but it's just, absolutely beautiful. The theory of relativity tells us that the existence of things is not absolute, but relative. You know, how bright there is, how dark it is.

I'm starting to get convinced.

People are really a contradictory existence, knowing this truth, but there are still so many people who lose love again and again. I'm just a coward, I only dare to hide my scars, continue to live in the sun, and when it rains, it still hurts. The rain can wash away the past, but also wash away my disguise, we are all injured children, strong in the rain again and again, get up, fall and get up again.

I'm not brave, but, girl, I want you to be strong.

Love is not all, it is not vigorous to die or live, and some love must be buried. You can call me cruel or call me cold, girl, but more often than not, I'm a fool.

Accept it, that love. Therefore, some likes need to be buried in the ruins of time, filling the void in their hearts.

If you believe in love, you have to bear it.

Some people, like me, have a crush on the only one in their hearts. Swallowing bitter love, guarding it day by day for several years, a little effort is to get close to the person who is so good. One day, I will transform into a very beautiful version of myself to be worthy of a very beautiful you, and this belief supports us to go on. That's love.

There are also people who are happier than me, and there is a person standing next to me who wants to stay. Maybe it will be until you are old, maybe it's a show. But that's also love, they go through it, they love and hate, until the scabbed place starts to bleed again, and they still have the courage to put out the fire despite the moths. The love I am in awe.

There are also people who have a vacancy in their hearts, who have not yet found that person or who have been lost somewhere. They float in this world, their hearts have no scars, and they are still pure. It is said that those people will always be happy and happy because they deserve to be loved. Their love is wonderful, perhaps like amber.

No matter what kind of love model it is, since they have identified each other, they should be well maintained, right? I hate betrayal and abandonment, and there may be many people like me, who want their love to be absolutely pure, and I often write that because of love, so together, I have turned my back on everything, and my world is only you.

It's perfect, but it's just, absolutely beautiful. The theory of relativity tells us that the existence of things is not absolute, but relative. You know, how bright there is, how dark it is.

I'm starting to get convinced.

People are really a contradictory existence, knowing this truth, but there are still so many people who lose love again and again. I'm just a coward, I only dare to hide my scars, continue to live in the sun, and when it rains, it still hurts. The rain can wash away the past, but also wash away my disguise, we are all injured children, strong in the rain again and again, get up, fall and get up again.

I'm not brave, but, girl, I want you to be strong.

Love is not all, it is not vigorous to die or live, and some love must be buried. You can call me cruel or call me cold, girl, but more often than not, I'm a fool.

Accept it, that love.