The Young Scribe

In the middle of the night, I used the dream book as a pillow, leaving traces of my dreams for years to come. Why am I so excited when I read the name Young Bi Geng? I really seem to have seen myself who has laughed, cried, been troubled, been happy, and struggled. I like my sister's articles because Sister Shuang always uses the simplest words to tell the most touching stories. In the past, they were twins who were closely connected, with a subtle fate, and were each other's other half. What is touching is that after experiencing misunderstandings and incomprehensions, they are still like this, and they will always be like this. Life is filled with strong and warm family affection, and family affection is full of our lives. However, when facing the university that we have long desired, we have to separate family affection from life and weigh it in our hearts. Saga finally chose to study in the United States, because he knew that having only family and no dreams is not life. If he has no faith and does not run fast, then he will be a shriveled and empty shell after all. People say you are shrewd and smart, but only you know that it is a clam shell. When you pry it open, there are no pearls inside. Real wisdom is to start from scratch, grit your teeth, be down-to-earth step by step, and unswervingly move towards the glorious destination in your heart. Endure the pain, let go of family affection, hold back the tears, and take steps towards the vast and unknown field called the future. Perhaps then, you realize how much you miss the carefree days of childhood, and you realize how much you long for your mother's embrace. Only then do you realize that the love you once had for Gallon has inadvertently turned into true love. Tell yourself not to hesitate, that is the past, you should pursue the future instead of lingering on the past. Force yourself not to look back, and strive to depict struggle in the picture of your life. One day, when you suddenly look back, you will find that all the lights are brightly lit. You have left the world behind, and you are walking with the universe. As for love, the most annoying thing is that you think he has betrayed you, and you want to make this person's image disappear in your mind, only to float as ashes in the memories you don't want to touch. However, you find that you can't do it. He is you, another you, and you cannot forget yourself. And you have lost yourself again. Your heart seems to be broken, turning into pieces of flying flowers in the wind, accompanied by tears, floating... But that doesn't matter. The stars do not care about the traveler, and the years pay off to those who are willing. He has not abandoned you. You sit side by side under the sunset, and your faces add a bit of beautiful color to the sunset. Gently caress the scroll of memories, you have worked hard to weave it, there is too much bitterness. In a daze, you feel like crying, tears. After holding it in for so many years, I was finally able to lean on my lover's shoulder and cry. The starry sky at night, the most beautiful meteor shower is your name, Kanon. When I was young, I liked to listen to the radio and wait for my favorite song to play softly. I sing along for it alone, which makes me feel happy. Such happy times are long gone. How much I want to know where they got? Like a lost friend coming back again All songs I still like every word sha la la la every word wo wo still shines Every word of sing aling aling they still sing so beautifully When the song reaches a sad place, it really makes me cry. This is yesterday again. Looking back at the time I have passed, the happy memories make me very sad today. Too much has changed. That love song I once sang for him, every lyric is still imprinted in my mind Those old memories are still so wonderful, taking away so many years of sadness for me Every sentence sha la la la, every sentence wo wo still radiates light Every word of sing aling aling they still sing so beautifully, all the wonderful memories Clarity hits me, some do make me cry, just like before. It's yesterday all over again.

It's a bit cruel in the middle, but very warm in the back