Introduction: Some people say that time is the medicine that heals everything. But I found that time is the biggest boss in material time and space, no matter how important, trivial, distressed, and unforgettable, it will be taken away, leaving only helplessness and memories, as well as the blank space that is left alone, now is forever.

It is also said that to love someone is to understand him or her. Cuteness is not something that can be replaced by understanding a person, just like our parents, love doesn't have to be understood, just support it silently, and I don't know how many crazy men and women have been created.

S1: Yes

"Time will surely take away the crumbs of our lives and drift away; And the things and feelings that are really important are left and preserved for us", and I have seen it again

"Now, open QQ, see you online, but I don't know what identity to chat with you, I have to look at the dynamics, silently like it, but my heart is helpless - because we have grown up, but the more we grow up, the more lonely we are", this is so helpless, I think, the best to have is not to have, some feelings to stay in the bottom of the heart.

S2: A few years ago, I asked myself what would be the benefits of writing poetry and prose, but I didn't have an answer for a long time, so I kept writing on and off until I grew up.

One day later, I inadvertently saw the text written again, only to find that the traces of words that existed in my life were so unforgettable, really unforgettable, just like collecting all kinds of TV series and movies, and sorting them out, just like yesterday afternoon to make SRT, and embed it in the movie, I can insert text in any timeline, my name appears at the beginning, and the feeling that I only understand when I insist on making subtitles for 5 hours is the final answer to the painstaking search, I guess this is something that people who have never experienced it can't understand.

S3: Two years ago, on the first snow, I wrote "One Step and One Dust * Su Yi" (Bai Xue Qingqing dreams of three thousand, because of the blue sky and sleepless.

The black bird is singing, and the foolish smile is in the world. The dust is not stained, and the clouds are envious of the face.

If there is this scene today, how can we wait for this day next year? The first snow two years later, and the sequel "One Step and One Dust * Envy" two years ago was written (the snow has been flying for many years, approaching the end of the year, and the curtain is falling.

Falling from the sky, white as jade, dreams and splendours. Don't think about the past, don't seek the future, just do a good job of the present and today.

I looked up and was amazed, what kind of snow is this—this is a clear road!) After I finished writing, I realized that at this time the feeling was just one

The word "envy" - envy. I think this is the hope of a little illusion in a miserable world - just be yourself, because you will make your life irreplaceable!

And as time goes on, the path that everyone has to take becomes more and more obvious, more and more lonely, and more and more distressing - sometimes, only a word of greeting is left to struggle there, and more and more alone is living, walking, experiencing the ruggedness that fate portrays for itself, and no one can escape.

PS: Time, I lost to you, really admit defeat. I can ask you to let the people I once cared about be good, whether it is friendship or love, whether it is a netizen or an acquaintance, it is all good, just be healthy, even if I never contact again, even if I never have a chance again.

It's good to be safe, it's good to be good......