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Youth, no regrets

Time: 2015-06-07 Source: Original Editor: Lonely Patient Reading: Times

青春,痛也无悔

Youth is like a magnificent journey. The scenery of the process is beautiful, but it cannot keep this beauty. It is lost all the way, and finally, it slowly passes away.

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I like to sit quietly in the corner thinking about life, like the sound of raindrops dripping on the glass, ticking, like a cheerful nursery rhyme.

When did I sit alone at the desk, quietly flipping past albums, silly scissors, sincere and bright smile, each page is a precious memory, it carries the youth, and the childhood weight. Looking at myself in the photo, Qing Shi shy look, smile written on the face, happiness hanging on the mouth.

However, I met you in such a ignorant age and in my youth.

Seeing your mouth go up, I always unconsciously laughed. At that time, I didn't think about it forever. I just liked it and didn't like any distractions.

Later, we happened to be at the same table, and gradually became friends, saying nothing, you said you like a girl. I panicked and you asked me if I wanted to know who she was? I was silent, perhaps because I was afraid of the result. The final answer was not me. In the autumn where the leaves are falling, sorrow flies with the leaves, and in the spring and summer, I fly for two years.

Maybe time passes too fast, a little helplessness, but love exists.

I don't remember when your seat is always empty, and I come to class a few times. In the end, the teacher suddenly said that you moved and changed the table for me. Maybe it ’s to keep your breath, or it ’s to keep the traces of your existence. I asked to change the position with the new table, sit in the place where you used to sit, watch the scenery you ’ve seen, and touch With the words you carved on the desk ...

Missing you like this, youth is like this, lacking courage and confidence, would rather miss and not have the courage to express your feelings. Youth is like a movie. At the beginning, nobody knows anyone.

However, time has passed, years have passed, people have gone, and the building is empty. In the lingering years, silent companionship and youth, we are all performing our own movies, in which feelings, whether cold, warm, or hurt, can only be felt by ourselves, no matter how perfect the role play, finally hurt To heartbreak.

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