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[Liu Huo] ~ those years

Time: 2015-06-07 Source: Original Editor: Xiaozhi Reading: Times

In those years, we were still energetic; in those years, we didn't have trouble; in those years, we didn't know what was sad.

The past is like flowers, blossoming in my mind, red orange yellow green blue indigo purple, filled with black and white TV screen, but I can't see how beautiful they are.

Originally thought that as long as they were really good to others, others would put themselves in their hearts, even if it was such a small corner. In fact, I do n’t know when, I became an ancient seal, already in the innermost layer of the album, and if I do n’t look it for a long time, I will forget it. No one is forever, time is moving, we are changing. Become stranger, getting farther and farther. When will one day inadvertently meet, whether it will evoke the already settled feelings, at this time, the picture has become blurred, and only a shiver.

When I think about you, look at the photos, I don't know if you are doing well. Even if I wanted to send a text message, in addition to reminding Tian Leng to dress well to sleep, there was no other thing, because I was afraid of saying wrong. Gradually growing, not only the age is growing, the feelings are sprouting, and gradually, less and less belongs to me, until it is drowned. I smiled. It turns out that we don't have to be together. You are there, with your little circle, I am here, with my little circle, there is no longer an intersection.

Life is a lot of small bubbles. This bubble is filled with my childhood, that bubble is filled with his youth, and there are bubbles filled with his middle-aged and elderly. collision. Full of life, we are outside, and when we are at ease, look at the people and things that played in the past bubbles.

In those years, you remember me, and I was good to you; in those years, I would miss you if I could not see them; in those years, butterflies chased flowers. In fact, vows are just memories of the past. Because that makes us feel happy and happy.

In those years, I have archived photos for a long time, and I will see and think.

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