This is a love story written more than 20 years ago and has been kept in the dust at the bottom of the box.
It is the youth of our generation born in the 1980s - those youthful, sad, happy and unrealistic past events.
Why turn it inside out?
Probably because people tend to become nostalgic as they get older. It's like you suddenly pulled out an old tape from the drawer one afternoon, only to find that you can't find a Walkman that can play it.
At that time, I was very innocent and very stupid.
He is so pure that he only watches a girl from a distance, not daring to come near or go far.
I was afraid of scaring her away when I got closer.
I'm afraid I won't be able to find her if I go far away.
So it can only be like two parallel lines, inseparable. If you go in the wrong direction, you will end up going further and further away.
Only lines of words and paragraphs of memories that even I have almost forgotten are left behind.
That year the flowers were like a sea.
There was light rain in the sky.
Maybe I just took one more look at her clear eyes and became intoxicated from then on.
After graduating in 2002, everyone ran around for life. When we looked back, both of them had disappeared into the vast sea of people.
Two thousand three hundred years ago, Zhuangzi said it well:
"When the spring dries up, the fish and the fish stay together on land. They wet each other when they gnaw at each other, and they soak each other with foam. It would be better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes."
Except for memory, except for the girl in memory, there seems to be nothing worth saving.
Give a wave.
No more goodbyes.
Intention: The wind stops with you, which is the most beautiful footnote of youth. It is my deepest regret for the rest of my life.