There was a thunderstorm yesterday, and my friend changed the gold-plated marriage certificate to a silver-plated one, and sighed: It turns out that the divorce certificate is not a green book~
I wanted to comfort him, but I found that her long love journey of nearly ten years was not as profound as the first love in her heart.
Suddenly I remembered that I had my first love many years ago. I also lamented that "many clichéd scenes" were actually my own life experiences. I also recorded it as a story in my files and set it to be hidden...
The story should have been recorded around 2006. The background is the late 1990s, an era when even installing a telephone in the home was a luxury. Entertainment was very simple, such as skating rinks, dance halls, video halls, karaoke, and billiard tables. Love was as pure as being boring...
Postscript: This is a memorial article to commemorate the crystal love that belonged to the age of innocence, the youthful love lost due to reserve and pride. I have wanted to write it down many times, but the pen is full of sadness and gray. So, I waited, waiting for a peaceful day. Three years ago, I left the place where I had stayed for more than 20 years and moved elsewhere with my family. Everything here is strange, but it makes me feel brand new. I walked from the counter with bulletproof glass to the office on the 20th floor. My location has changed, my life has changed, and I feel more relaxed. I no longer lament the love that is like an epiphyllum, but bury it deeply for fermentation and use it as fertile soil to nourish new brilliance, because it makes me understand how to grasp and cherish it. The moment of possession was originally sweet, but finally, I recorded it sweetly, for fear of missing it. I am a simple person with no complicated experiences, so I regard it as the most incredible gift and keep it forever. If we really meet again, I will ask him: "Do you remember the fireflies flying in the pocket?" I guess he will look confused and mutter: "Crazy." Yes, there are too many people and things. What I remember may not be what he remembers, but I believe that no matter where we are or what we encounter, we will face it calmly, because life is like this. (THEEND)
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