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Are you okay far away?

Time: 2013-10-24 Source: Original Edit: Black Pencil Reading: Times

Some are not forgotten, they are just being buried deep. In those years, those people, those things, how much is worth remembering? The good times once, our time.

And some people, some things, can only be treasured in their hearts.

Those years, those people, those things, how beautiful. Simple smiles, innocent friendship, simple and beautiful ... what a great deal! And now, today, we, the usual greeting, are so polite, without the taste of the past. Maybe we do n’t know each other well enough now; maybe we are all lost on each other ’s way, we are no longer our former selves ... there are too many that may make us unfamiliar, we who are familiar no longer exist, I I do n’t know how many simple smiley faces we have in our minds, and how many beautiful pictures we have in common ... I do n’t know, you do n’t know, I do n’t dare to know, I ’m afraid that those beautiful pictures after seeing the sun Falling to the ground ...

We are all walking forward and have no time to admire the scenery behind us, just like we do not know the lonely back behind us. We are destined to lose when we get it, otherwise who can tell me why the law of conservation of physical energy can be established. When we walked forward, we were doomed to miss the scenery behind us, but when we were awakened, we could not return to the original place, we could only remember the beautiful scenery in our hearts, but that scenery was always So hazy, tangible but out of reach, extremes of contradiction, we had to give up, we repacked our bags and searched for the landscape in our hearts. Although we knew it was impossible, we went on the road again because we thought Tired of the scenery in front of us, our minds think that the scenery in front should be more beautiful. In this way, we kept walking forward, and we constantly missed. The beautiful scenery has never been found, and those old memories began to rot in my mind, mixed with the scenery along the way, and slowly turned into a swamp. And the scenery along the way is just gusts and rain, accelerating the formation of swamps. When we stopped, we found that we couldn't get involved in the swamp, so we had to pack up again and walk forward. You never see the faithful figure behind you.

We were all running and looking up, and no one paid attention to the rusty rust of our memories.

We have missed and remembered, and life is too realistic. We have to face, we are gambling at different times and places, but everyone's chips are different, and those old memories are like a scrap card, who would want to go with a scrap card Win a losing gamble. In fact, we are not gamblers, we are just red-eyed by life and have to play different gambling games.

The memories of the past made me excited, even though it was rusty. When you remember again, I think you can't remember my face, the pictures of those years, those people, those things are a bit fuzzy, but there are good times we have together, the way we have traveled together, we spend together Over the years, I think whenever you think of it, the corners of your mouth will bend slightly.

Are you okay now? I don't know who to tell. There are too many people and too many things, so that they cannot hear the story in this sentence, we have all changed, we have become acquainted with each other but strange. Maybe when I say this to you, you can't think of my clear face, but I hope you can remember the years we passed together.

Time really dilutes everything. I don't want to meet in the streets of a city in a certain year, month, or day, but pass by strangely. Take good care of yourself, treat others well, cherish some people, certain things, and after a few years, when you think of them, maybe your lips will slightly rise.

Are you okay far away? I really don't know who to say this sentence to. Who can understand the story in this sentence, those years, those people, those things ...

Are you okay now?

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