Time Is Silent, Waiting for the Flowers to Bloom

Because young We choose to be carefree after you leave I'm thinking We who have grown up Are you still so incompetent? I have thought of the most romantic thing I also thought about doing the most romantic thing We are willing to leave the best to him I have an immature writing style. Someone once told me that writers are all sentimental and compassionate, and their self-proclaimed sentimentality only lives in their own memories. We grow up step by step, come into contact with reality step by step, and understand that the ideal fairy tale world is getting further and further away from us. Every emotional novel allows the author to fall in love again. There is no outline, just write it down step by step. A poem written by Xu Zhimo to Lin Huiyin: Time is like water, always speechless. If you are well, it will be sunny. We are all willing to show ourselves well for that him, and I also hope that we are well and that Sunny is the one who cares about us.