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Miss in old times

Time: 2013-10-19 Source: Reprinted Editor: Lonely Patient Reading: Times

The lights of the city are gradually glorious, and the lights are illuminating the hearts of the Yi people. The leaves are rustling. It seems that all occasions are telling me that it is another autumn.

The autumn wind disturbed the calm pace, the yellowed memory, and the past took advantage of the situation to sneak into my thoughts. The thoughts buried in my heart are looming, and I can't help but open up your space. The bright smile comes to my mind. How long have we not seen each other, I can't remember. Memories of the poor words in the autumn wind, the breeze came across, met the gentleness of the past, the fineness of yesterday's feelings, sorrow and hard to fall. Looking at your photos, ripples lingered in my heart. Faintly, it is pity or pain, no one knows.

In the face of your signature, I can't even find the right to be seated. At the other end of the text, are you sad or laughing, and I am completely at a loss as to whether you are happy later.

Someone once said that the hardest thing to forget is the thoughts of old times. In the past, there was such a person that you deeply liked and may not be together in the end. However, even if the old time passed, the person in the old time will still be alive in memory.

Someone said that when I had long hair and a waist, I would marry me home. Green time, childish lines, playful pastures together, rivers we swam together, tunes we hummed together, our amicable smiles, stranded on the path in the forest. Time obscures these once beautiful things, and we drift away in our memories.

Once before, I cut my short hair again and again, after all, I couldn't be naive to think that I had long hair and waist. That youth has your smile along the way, and that memory is beyond words.

The old days have passed, we are not together, maybe one day I will never be able to draw your outline in memory, or maybe I will never think of you until the end of life.

The old days have passed, and sooner or later you will hold others' hands, kiss the foreheads of others, and hug and sleep with others. Sooner or later I will wear a ring given by others, wear a wedding dress ordered by others, and hold someone else's hand to become someone else's bride.

The old days have passed, and I will face everything that is coming with the best smile, and calmly look at that person in the future. Then I look forward to happiness, don't write sorrow, don't say anything, don't ask how many flowers bloom, just ask Enron for a smile.

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