(Meet) Yesterday, when I met a junior girl, she suddenly told me that long ago, we learned painting in the same studio under the same guidance teacher. She told me excitedly that when we were in primary school, we I am her senior sister, and somehow it was also in junior high school, and then it was even more Coincidently that it was in senior high school. Well, we have always been in the same school, but I am one grade higher than her. At last, she said she really hoped that we would meet again in the university in the future. Suddenly I found that this dialogue seemed to have happened one day last year. On that day, I met a senior, I remember that he and I also studied painting in the same studio of the same tutor. After graduating from primary school, I saw him in junior high school and also in senior high school, because, he has always been my senior. At the end, I didn’t ask him which university he went. Such encounters and coincidences in life sometimes really make people feel incredible. Maybe, one day, the senior sister will also encounter such a junior or junior sister, then I unfolded another paragraph of the same dialogue. (How long ago, I knew the truth of youth.) He never dared not to draw too much nutrients greedily, and warned himself: only if he oversteps can he own it; Once he stops, he cannot exist in a heart. The flowers of that year bloomed alone only because of the watering of sweat. The colorful and dark fragrance lingered in my heart for a long time. The flowers I had never met were blooming, and I met the spring. The hazy fog was still shrouded in buds, and the sadness in the wind seemed to be still faintly painful, so unforgettable. It seems that youth needs such a painful moment; Perhaps, youth is worth that time without hesitation; Maybe, youth really looks forward to such a brave step. Then, I understood the pain; Then, I learned to be decisive; Then, I learned to cherish. Judging from the pain, youth is painful and happy; Decisive and resolute, youth is the end of the play being performed; Cherish the present, youth is an irremediable torrent. (Real attitude.) I always think that I have been passing by happiness all the time. In fact, the happiness like water does not belong to me at all, so I can never reach it, and the beauty is always hidden in the end. The most beautiful fireworks are always in full bloom to the brightest moment, which makes people mistakenly believe that happiness will come as scheduled. In fact, it is only a flashing breeze in the end. There is no qualification to say give up. After crying, the pain is enough, and finally it is time to realize. Familiar? For the determined self, sadness can only stop on the third day, and on the fourth day, it can only move forward with a smile. All my thoughts will disappear and my heart will disappear. A heart is better than a lack. (Everything is just fine.) When I was looking at the spring, I caught a glimpse of the sea. Maybe, in the years of colored glaze bred by sadness, I just got used to standing aside and watching the scenery quietly, and watching the people watching the scenery in the scenery. Slim, moving forward is a kind of exploration, youth is a sleeping song played by the strings, dreams are the colorful fading of years, and the scenery in front of me is the sky that I can never reach,, I want to say, I’m fine, and there is air. If youth is air, I am taking a deep breath, breathing pain; If what I yearn for is a dream, I am doing a dream that I will never wake up, I dreamed of the sunshine I hoped for; If the dream was still far away, I would only focus on the wind and rain, and walk to infinity.

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Someone was in a good mood yesterday and wrote a diary. Finally, he found that it could not be saved, so the diary was lost. Today, he was not in a good mood, and the defective products he wrote were preserved. I have never learned to be calm. Isn’t the so-called calm and numbness the same story? Knowing that it can no longer be reversed or changed, so I accept the reality, life and everything about you, so the realm becomes suddenly enlightened, so I calm down and calm down, and everything is fine, it’s just that the original thing is missing, how terrible! Down the river, everything goes down the wind and down the water, behind which there is a soul of surrender hidden; Up the upstream, there is incomparably painful entanglement, endless difficulties and obstacles can not see the direction, but this kind of spiritual polishing really proved that he was still alive, sober and painful, persistent, and do not forget his original heart. Just like my little sister, she is as beautiful as a small family Jade. She has never been fat and tossed back and forth for that few jin. Today, she even talked about closing the door. The reason is that she is a little fat and everyone loves beauty, if she was rarely entangled with pain like that, but she really loved her persistent and earnest spirit, if there was no goal in life, everything could be easily reached and everything could be done at will, would such a life be meaningful on Earth? Everyone needs a reason to stick to it and live well. About everyone wants to break cocoons into butterflies, and layers of cocoons are hardships. As long as the cocoons are persistent, how thick are the cocoons? Why don’t you dare to weave cocoons or become butterflies? Even if it can’t become a butterfly, it is also a brave moth. The summer at the age of 17 is always so beautiful and boring. At that time, the grass was green and green, the night wind touched my face, and my little aunt was wearing thin pink lace, which was just a layer as thin as a cicada’s wing. When the wind passed, that layer of gauze leaned over, she snuggled up to her waist which was softer than the yarn. The Yan Yan was light and the Yingying was soft. She was as clear as a fairy, and her little aunt, who often didn’t eat for a day, was as if she wanted to fly in the evening wind. She is the rhyme of poetry and poetry. At that time, dreams and Xiao Jie were greedy for the twilight, looking for all kinds of flowers in the night wind; And I tried my best to find poems in the mixed tree shadows. After so many years, they no longer look for flowers in dreams, nor do I look for poems. It seems that everything has no trace, and it seems that everything has never gone far. Dreams come from spring to autumn, painful and persistent, happy and sad weight loss, year after year, my neuroticism, forever ill and incomplete mood, for many years and many days, we used different ways to commemorate that summer, the initial and final beauty. Because in such a summer, we have been trapped for those years, maybe we will still be trapped, and Xiaojie will also be trapped in the future. Hundreds of millions of minutes and seconds are just repeated constantly, reflect the beauty that has passed away. If one word is wrong, the only wish is to make a mistake rather than fail; The only wish is that dream and I should never forget our original heart and live up to that summer. Like (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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