Lamenting the past, looking to the future!! career and love are like fish and bear's paws, often can not have both, although doing what you want to do, loving the person you want to love, are the two happiest things in life, but can you really choose both at the same time? Obviously, the answer under normal circumstances is - no. Of course. Personally, I don't expect to be able to do both. But I'm going to work hard and I'm not going to give up. The past has become a thing of the past. ‘

The world is complicated, time is silent in the end, the so-called obsession may be just illusory, and the so-called arrival is just the end. And youth, how like a grand firework, fragile and so easy to wither. No matter how beautiful and delicate the splendor is, it is just a glimpse. With so many pasts passing away with the wind, how can the flowing water continue to carve day by day?

Time is the best proof, sometimes "only because of being in this mountain", the day of separation is for you to be baptized, when you are calm to find your own pursuit, I think the fate at that time is still so vigorous, time will give you a "fate to this life" that belongs to each other.

The years are blurred, and the memories are in my eyes. It is said that when a person starts to miss the past, it proves that he is old, but I think that when a person is nostalgic for the past, it is just nostalgia.

The so-called love is just a dream of luxury, and all that is gifted to me is a faint memory. You are an angel, fluttering your white wings, flying away alone, flying strong to the world of your own ideas, chasing your dreams. But I have no wings, and I can only sadly lick the deep traces of your shining eyes in the bottom of my heart.

I deeply believe that my direction is not wrong, and I definitely believe that even if it is kapok, he (she) will have its own spring!

I gently picked you up, caressing your remaining remains, and letting you lie quietly in the wind. I can't bear to let go, I'm afraid of letting go inadvertently, the beautiful acquaintance between you and me, will be like those fleeting times, turned into memories again. "The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the face is separated from the mirror and the flower", love is the seed, love is the dew, and it is better than countless in the world. Therefore, I can only meet you, hold my hand, and listen to the sun and moon sing a song.

We are all looking for our own happiness, the other half of our own happiness, longing, sketching, and depicting, but how many can dreams come true? How many of them give up on themselves and choose "then so be it......".

Only by finding some fertile soil, good water, true feelings, no hypocrisy, no false feelings and annoyance, no deception, betrayal and annoyance, cut off the elements that hurt the beauty, and let the red face not fall. When the flowers bloom again in the next year, they will still bloom beautifully, as before. Hopefully, we only have a good time for a short season, please cherish the person who enjoys your flowering period, because he accompanies you to bloom and fall.

For the sake of another arrival or transcendence in life, the butterfly cautiously swims against the wind, everything can only rely on itself! Murmurs and dreams, for the sake of a call, want to embrace his trembling shoulders, hold his slanting shadow, the name of the butterfly has become a wisp of floating dark fragrance. And the plot has long been broken and fragmented...... At that moment, the only thing they felt was pain, just pain! Because there was no resentment and no hesitation, there was nothing left for nothing!

In the past, the sour and cold rain hit, and the sad feelings fell into the flowers. The moon is accompanied by the flow of water, and the sorrow and hatred pass away with the wind. On the bank of the Acacia River, wandering alone, looking for flowers, the flower tide has not arrived;

I tried to cut the softness with my hands and take care of the most beautiful shadows, but I didn't know that the gathering and dispersion in the world were all fate. Listen to the sounds of the sky, and enjoy the smoke and rain on the shore of Yangliu Lake. When emotional, the heart caresses a little ink, and the ideas are written. The drizzle reflects the solitude, only for a moment, the flowers wither, and the two forget.

The reincarnation of the past, the death of time gradually fading, like a tear on a white paper, slowly dried, leaving only a crumpled scar; the past has been looked down, the wind is clear, and the eyes that have shed tears have long ceased to be luxurious, leaving only the scars dry, taught to be lonely and down-looking by the quicksand of time; everything is the cycle of life and death, spring goes to spring and returns, but the scenery of this season, precipitated in the grinding of history, and then disappears, only the fragments of the yellowed memories of the past, with the broken poignancy and faintness to redeem.

Looking back thousands of times, I still can't afford the past years, and no matter how big the stinginess and complexity are, it will eventually return to the true and plain. And you and I, before we have time to lay a foreshadowing for ourselves and set a direction for ourselves, thorns and setbacks break through the void and force us to no way back. Just wait for the empty flowers in the eyes to bloom into a half-sigh, and the desolation will salvage the memory of Weiyang by the moonlight. Life is endless, and the red dust is endless. Just one trip for one understanding, only one trip for one experience, and so on.

Looking at the half moon in the sky at night, I suddenly want to talk to him, does it hurt to lose half of him? Although I have grown up, I am still so naïve, so confused, I really want to wait well, but I am afraid that I do not have the courage and perseverance, I will think crankily when I see the other party's neglect, maybe I have really done something wrong...... Sometimes it may be a good thing to let the two of you be quiet, but I can't control myself from thinking about you, alas, I will try my best to play the role of a love therapist, and I won't mess around with the role, and when the clock rings at zero o'clock, maybe I'm the same me again, or that song, please remember that you have to be happier than me, so that I don't quit in vain......