A long time ago, my own words were always a slight outline, which outlined my own careful things. There were pure white elves beating between the lines, smiling at every reader with my Crescent eyes narrowed. After a long time, I prefer the thick and heavy smearing to render my sadness in large blockbusters, but I don’t want to touch those worries that others can’t understand. Therefore, I knew that I couldn’t write fresh and carefree words. Those immature lines were like sand filtered through the fingers, flowing cruelly and gently without any attachment, the sadness shedding from the ground. A long time ago, I thought that I could only make friends with the people I liked. If I didn’t like it, I could sit by and ignore it. After a long time, I understood that I had to learn to get along with people who appreciated or not. With a decent smile on his face, he faces everyone around him. Therefore, I know that when I grow up, I have to wear masks and try my best to be an audience and an actor, but I am no longer myself. Until I integrated myself with the mask and looked at me in the mirror, which was also true or false, two lines of tears fell down. A long time ago, the school was closed and we could only go out with fake notes. At that time, we tried every means to steal teachers’ fake notes and ran to the outside world of the school, having a good time. After a long time, the school became free, but I didn’t have the enthusiasm to go out to play. I just stayed in the dormitory on holidays, contacted my former friends and looked for the former happiness. However, I will never come back. Therefore, I know that no matter how hard we try, we can’t catch some things. Some happiness will disappear in the tunnel of time until one day we can put down our obsession, to pursue new happiness. Those engraved in the bone marrow are called Memories. A long time ago, I thought that those close friends would really stay with me. We could see our alma mater and our memories hand in hand until our hair was gray. After a long time, I found that they withdrew from my life one by one and faded out of my stage. Even though I was reluctant and wanted to retain them, they still couldn’t stop the wheel of fate, rumbling over our life. Therefore, I know that some of them will be lost forever if they can’t wait forever; They will grow up if they can’t wait until their hair turns gray. Those gone pains, even scars are luxury. Therefore, I said, let me slowly experience growth and experience life. Therefore, I think, as long as the world is still there, everything will have hope. Therefore, I pray that I will always stay with the person I love and never leave. A long time later, my words were filled with sounds that no one could understand. After a long time, I finally found that I was not stagnant, but those growth suddenly made me feel cold. I don’t want to struggle in those past and future, and I don’t want to immerse myself in gain and loss. Therefore, I told myself that even though the world was once barren like a desert, even those who once made my eyes wet and my eyes red, and even the carving of years made my heart no longer clear, even if you have lost it, you must go out of the past. To commemorate xxx’s past and everything that can be remembered, the past and the future.

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