The Past Is Like Wind

I have wanted to write a story like this for a long time: A girl who left the arms of her parents when she was young, a girl who questioned the love and character of her relatives in adolescence, a girl who was misunderstood and rumored on a strict campus. She proudly raised a smiling face, disdainful of receiving the love and care she asked for; she curled up her cocooned heart reservedly, but missed the first heartbeat in her life; accidentally lost, through a strange combination of circumstances, she fell into the embrace she felt most comfortable in, and they couldn't wait to take marriage as their commitment to each other. The trivial life, conflicts in habits, and different growth experiences triggered conflicts between them again and again, and their similar hearts slowly formed a cocoon. Deliberate search and accidental encounter, she met her first heartbeat again in the season when the grass grows and the orioles fly. The gentle exploration caused a wave of waves in her already unpeaceful inner lake. While communicating and getting closer, at the same time struggling and escaping. However, she felt heartbroken that the person she could not communicate with a few years ago still did not live on the same plane as her. With her hurt heart tightening, she suddenly realized that she had never left that comfortable embrace. She was horrified to realize that the only one she loved was herself, and that she had never truly loved anyone. She sadly discovered that she was a person who didn't know how to love at all. She didn't know how to get love and keep love, let alone how to let love take root and sprout. … In the long river of marriage, no one will inevitably meet someone who makes their heart move. They make an appointment. No matter which one gets lost on the bank of willows in the future, the other will spare no effort to pull the other ashore. … Gently pressing the little guy's head, she whispered with a smile on her face, "Baby, mommy loves you!", And her daughter's childish voice came to her ears, "Mom, I love you too!", And a warm smile bloomed in her heart. She believes that her daughter, who grows up bathed in the glory of love, will be able to perceive love more keenly and express love more naturally. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————- She understands that the past that has passed can never become the present again. The erratic wind had already blown a safe distance between them. There was an umbrella that had been held up for a long time and refused to be closed even when the rain stopped; There was a bouquet of flowers that I had smelled for a long time and refused to throw away even when it withered; There is a kind of friend who hopes to be forever, Even if my black hair turns white, It can also be kept deep in my heart!