On the night of September 28, 2015, I went to watch "Hong Kong" with my colleagues in the department, which was really good-looking. There are two lines in it that are uniquely touching, the first paragraph: Let me tell you, her name is Yang Yi. She was my college classmate and she was my first love. We read poetry together, painted together, watched movies together, listened to music together, cried and laughed together, and our youth was together. But once, even the two of us kissed once, and it didn't work, because disaster would happen when the two of us were less than a meter apart. I waited twenty years just for an opportunity, not to prove anything, but to tell myself that my youth was real.

The second paragraph: No matter how many people we have loved, the last one who stays must be the one you are accustomed to; Like the earth, like the air, let you live down-to-earth.

Maybe the beauty of youth is imperfection, and it is precisely because of imperfection that we learn to cherish and love this life. Everyone's youth is imperfect, but why bother to turn this imperfection into perfection, when the wish can be realized, it is true that it can never take that step, once like a fish in the throat, just like a fish bone has been stuck in the throat, but after the polishing of time and years, we remember no longer the fish bone, but the scar where it was once stuck. When you look at that place one day, you realize that the fish bones are long gone, and the scars are still there! It doesn't matter anymore to reveal it or not! Some things, the more regretful, the more beautiful, let the imperfection end that dream about youth and love, some feelings, just with the bottom of your heart, it's time to move forward.

But before moving forward, we still need to review what happened in the past two days, because of the Mid-Autumn Festival!

This Mid-Autumn Festival is a bit extraordinary, not because of the sadness of working overtime in the unit, nor because of the sadness of not being able to reunite with the family, but suddenly feeling that the little goblin of "life" is too abrasive, many people have faded away from childishness, replaced with the vicissitudes of life, many people have changed, become running around for survival, and become old for life; In order to protect myself, but also for a better sprout to take root, in that looking forward to the land, in that city full of hope, wear a mask, change the heart, so strange, but also distressed, maybe since stepping into the society, after starting my career, my views on many things in my youth have changed angles, but now for the first time not at home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, the feeling is still quite deep.

"Mourning Moon" -

In the Mid-Autumn Festival, my heart has gradually become weak.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will never be able to fly and tie again.

When I saw my former college classmates, several of whom were 5 to 7 years old because they often worked night shifts, I felt that time really passed so fast, and life was too difficult, too difficult, too difficult. I wanted to give fate a big blessing, but all the people were blessed, but there was a lack of one of the most important people who were difficult to contact, I wanted to look up to the sky and sigh, but I forgot that my eyes were already full of tears, so the tears couldn't stop flowing, flowing away from the youth, flowing through the publicity, and also flowing away that gorgeous youth, some things, I am too serious, my wishful thinking, after all, it is just my lovesickness, it is endless, and it is about to forget, life, the future, dreams and love, these are the most brilliant in life, the more you chase the pain, the deeper it is, Maybe forgetting is to start anew, but hiding is an unforgettable part of this past, but unfortunately there is no going back, you can only go forward and run to the final grave.

The years are quiet, like autumn, like a floating maple, moving with the heart;

The years are in a hurry, the stars are changing, the black rabbit is gone, and the time is forgotten;

The years passed, the bones were broken, turned into ashes, and I did not forget my original intention.

The years are relieved, there are thousands of difficulties and dangers, unpredictable, and the ends of the world have finally changed;

The years go by, day and night, year by year, you are here, I am there;

The years are the same, ever-changing, the moon falls and the flowers are broken, and the green money is selected, which makes people lost.

There may be many things that people can't control, even if you use all your strength, you can't grasp it, such as a lover who has changed his heart, such as a time that can never be returned...... All people can do is to be themselves, not to mention, some people can't even help themselves! Life is a bumpy and difficult hundred years, interspersed with some small rewards, so life is not so bitter, but life is by no means so sweet. And at this time, I was more of a painful miss.

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Where is tonight, who is with you today, it is difficult to meet in this life.

Brightly lit, lonely in pairs.

The old days are like drunk, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to chase at this time, and I will let the cold wind blow when I am old.

How to eliminate the hatred and sorrow, the bottom of my heart is now full of bitter tears and a vast road.

The moon is full of love, Chanjuan is the most, I want to see you and don't go back.

Postscript: Perhaps, youth is a kind of imperfection, but imperfection is more perfect, imperfection is really perfect, as true as love, as true as dreams, as true as life... But what if I want to make it perfect? Is it cold?