Where Do We Lay Our Years to Rest (Hai Yun Chu Wu Yun)

Twelve years have passed, and after experiencing life and death again and again, I opened this article again, and suddenly I can understand the pain and sorrow. Some people will never come back, some memories become blurred and yellowed, and some memories have to be borne by one person. There are many things in life. It's a farewell, but it's best to have enough companionship to support people to go on... The words are incoherent. At the intersection of separation, I really burst into tears watching it late at night. Thank you, Mr. Matsukaze, for bringing me the touch of traveling through ten years. It also reminded me of myself ten years ago, as if it was yesterday.

A few hours ago, after chatting with my friend about the post from that year, I couldn't help but open this article again. Now that I got what I wanted, I was in tears and ready to go to bed. My friend and I got to know each other because of 6918 and Song Fengfeng, and we are now friends for the twelfth year. When we were tutoring, we were both about the same age as 27, and now we are several years older than 270. I hope you will all be there for many years to come.

Bai Yueguang in junior high school belongs to me. Now I am about to graduate from college and I am still crying over this story. How could this happen? How could I be so good at writing it?

Every time I read this article again, I have the feeling of where to put the past time... Every time I feel that I am no longer so easily touched, and I no longer like the things I liked most in the past. When I come back and look back, I will find that I still like Mr. Matsukaze's words 55555

I don't know how many times I have reread it in the past seven years... I think back when I was a junior high school student, I read the first article written by Mrs. Matsukaze after seeing the recommendation for Sonic in the Guanyun Bar. Then I couldn't control myself and read this article that everyone said was "incomparably tear-jerking". I still remember the first time I stayed up late and burst into tears after reading it. This article has also become the white moonlight in my Guanyun articles. I will come back and review it again after a while... Mrs. Matsukaze's writing style is really superb. Eleven years have passed and the power of the words has not faded at all. I will always love Mrs. Matsukaze's writing of the ghost clouds.

I still remember the scene where someone drew the final playing card necklace and it fell off. I was holding my phone and felt so sad again. It turns out that six years have passed.

To my favorite Chuwuyun, I never expected to read my wife's article here again. Compared to Wuyun, I actually like Chuwuyun more. They have experienced more, have more journeys, and must have more emotions. Revisiting it many years later, it is still my favorite style.

I feel like I'm not reading a book, but like I'm reading a dream or a memory. I got into the trap too late, and I didn't have the luck to experience the grand occasion back then, but fortunately, your articles and stories allowed me to stand at the corner of time and rethink the grandeur of the year. This article is not only an article or a story to me, but also a microcosm of the past. Thank you for writing such words. I hope you will be safe, happy and at ease in 2020.

I cried, Speddo's previous joke about letting Sapphire be careful about being ground by a millstone actually came true.

Who knows the sense of redemption that comes from rewriting this article on the beach in Sorrento. This time I even cried from beginning to end. I thought I had forgotten many words, but I actually still remembered them when I read them again. It's been sixteen years, and I still cry for something I loved when I was 18. It's great.