Two years ago today, I was still a relatively simple teenager, young and frivolous, I didn't know how thick the sky was, and I didn't know what it was to cherish, so I lost everywhere, and lost many very precious things. That year, he wrote "The Dream of Whom"-

The seven-colored fireworks are rising, losing yesterday, and there is no trace.

The splendid disappearance seems to be the starting point to be found, and time passes at this moment, and I don't know whose back is reflected.

When I think about it inexplicably, I will be in a daze, I will sigh, and I will stumble like this.

disappeared, dissipated, forgotten in the passing years, in the long-lost past, met by chance, and melted into each other's dreams.

Living so carefree and carefree, like the most wonderful dream. Hurry time, hurry time, the note of time, has been remarked no continuation.

We walked and watched, but we couldn't turn back.

Yesterday is still there, in the dreams that we don't have time to transfer.

The people around him left one by one, changing batches and batches, and no one knew how to end it.

Came and went, so sad.

Walking on the road of the past, I want to find back the lost dream, but I find that no matter what, there are no more countless laughter and laughter, and I can no longer find it.

Those once, short-lived, the most wonderful dreams, just dissipated to the ends of the earth, you say wonderful, I say wonderful, unpredictable.

Nowadays, the mentality is gradually stable, but also a little childish, I have experienced several major changes in my life, which has deeply made me grow up, this feeling is so sour and helpless, maybe this is the feeling of growth! Under this kind of emotion, this year's "Ten Thousand Lights" will be the first -

The wind blows the moon and the cold clouds, and the lights of thousands of homes gradually fade away.

The starlight is lightless, covering the eyes, and the figure is slightly lonely.

Immortals, concentrating and accompanying the world.

I only found that when I looked back on yesterday, I didn't miss much.

It's gone, Luo Meng can be grabbed tomorrow with a light game.

Postscript: I only hope that it will get better and better, and become better and more mature with a clear conscience.

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