Dawn likes to close her eyes and listen to the birds,

Dongxue likes to feel comfortable and quiet with her eyes open.

If you come before the spring, I will not choose to leave in the fall;

If you have a hairpin in the warm sun, I will also wear a skirt and wait for you to take me to the horizon to play.

When you come through the clouds on a winter morning,

I happened to be looking forward to the sails of the ocean, alone.

thereupon

You don't speak,

I don't say anything,

The reflection of the pupil hangs down the heaven and the earth,

It's the love that shines in a moment,

Dazzling between you and me.

Although the moment is short, it is the eternal favorite companion.

There is such a word in the dictionary that can be used to distinguish between men and women, heaven and earth, season, and things. It has a subtle journey that runs through a lifetime, and it also has a singing and crying that penetrates the heavens and the earth. We have always been more than looking forward to it from childhood to adulthood, after it has broken countless people's hearts, but it can still swagger between all souls, even if it is enthusiastic and unrestrained, introverted and shy, some people follow it all their lives, some people are sad all their lives, but it is still an indispensable thing in the past of life, love.

Love is a phrase that is hard to reach between lips and teeth. You will find that it does not matter whether it exists or not, because it is inseparable from human thoughts and actions. It's like we can often hear a sentence, whether you love or not, words can deceive others, but actions can't deceive yourself.

The first time I came into contact with it was in a lame novel when I was a student, when the ignorance and ethereal emotions seemed to be a strong temptation and restlessness of the soul for the curious. The need for love may not be as indispensable as three meals a day, but it is more exciting than food. So, when you are in adolescence, you will suddenly find that the first insomnia in your life may not be because you are afraid of being counted out by your parents, but the person who cruises in the river, he has passed through the flowers, through the swamp, and his wheat-colored skin illuminates your dull and gray career in the sun. So, you saw the song and dance of the warbler in the sky, you saw the broken glass tiles, and you saw the years when the grass grew and the warbler flew, inadvertently, a beautiful moment.

People of my generation seemed to release their emotions during school at the transition period of social development, that is, from shyness to openness. Letting go is not the same as opening up, just like vacuum-packed beans are still different from whether they are plastic wrapped or sprinkled on the ground. Therefore, those likes about good feelings are finally derived into love in the anxiety of days and nights, and that kind of glittering thing is very well hidden by us, and we are nervous and excited as if guarding some kind of human secret that we can only peep into, written on paper and written in a diary.

Of course, when we leap into adulthood, when you look back and spit on a mouthful of bullshit love, you still can't bear to mix innocence into it. And this unbearable heart is the instant beauty of life, but it is eternal in the wine of youth.

At that time, he was young, obscure as wine, and obscure as tea;

I wanted to mention the cup and go to taste the bitter life in advance, but in the end I lost to courage and pace.

When I was young, the weather was sunny earlier than when I was 20 years old,

I carried my school bag from my time, but I hid the small note folded in one of the pages.

When I was young, the sky blue kite was flying,

I was passing by a familiar street corner and found you, who also loved to laugh, hiding from me.

I remember the first time I missed the innocence of my teenage children was on a college campus. A few of my best friends and I sat under the flower beds of the big trees, talking about the campus, about the breezy youth, about the people who passed by each other's lives, and whether we were okay now. As we talked, there was a sudden silence. This silence later turned into pain, that is, when I saw the middle and high school children passing by, I would remember that I was stubborn and unstoppable walking on the runway of youth with a schoolbag on my back, running faster and faster, panting and finally messing up.

When I was 30 years old, I met teenagers on the way to pick up my daughter from kindergarten again, and my heart was surprisingly calm. I looked back at them waiting at the bus stop between crossing the street and smiled, hello, boy.

I'm on the left side of the road, and you're on the right side of the road,

As I pass by you,

I suddenly felt that time is a subtle and magical thing,

The smell of youth emanating from you,

My soul fluttered back to the corner of the desk on campus.

This season's school uniform is too ugly, but it reflects the brightness of your youth,

I wrote you a letter and ran away.

You blush in the halo of the setting sun,

Yes, the years are quiet.

Do you remember me, boy?

That strip of light for men and women laughing uncontrollably?

In fact, sentimentality is something that has no reason to speak of, and even in the eyes of some people who live a very realistic life, it is a morbid and time-wasting manifestation. Personally, I don't think so. Life is nothing more than three states, past, present, and future. You are not necessarily reminiscing about a certain person, but about a certain period, and you will piece together your wordless and short life through some fragments of your memory, from youth to old age, from birth to death, from summer to winter.

Like, you can't even remember the person you liked, a rainy day you loved, and you can't remember what secrets are secretly behind the calendar when the calendar is circled.

What you recall is the school uniform of youth, the drunken parting after graduation, and the vague love is too early.

The love of a teenager is like loving spring flowers and autumn grass,

There is no excessive enchantment, but it is more beautiful than the most beautiful poison in the world;

You once asked me, how long did you love it?

You once asked me, love is so broken that you parted?

If you put love in your heart, even if the rain hits the plantain, the broken bridge is also a bridge.

The love of a teenager, immersed and proud,

It is pure human harassment, and it can bypass the terrifying waves of the world.

Another year, exactly one year,

Wushan flies as a mountain of heaven,

The most young people are haggard.

Young man, if you don't waste your youth, love should be a congratulatory gift of the years, congratulations to you:

Talking about youth again, there is no youth.

When you hide your face and cry and raise your glass to change the lamp, look up at the wine in front of you, the shadow in the cup, people are pitiful, you can look back at the years, but it is a ravine in your heart.

To love, to love or not to love, it doesn't matter.

Do you remember the little notes of youth?

One day when you brush off the dust of the book, spread it out in your hand, and the first tear you shed happened to fall on the paper.

If you ask me what do I write about my dreams that have been sealed in my youth?

Just four words,

Hello boys!