Brother Fu, do you know?
I once wished that I could lose my memory, forget all the pain, or even end my life and escape my responsibilities.
But you appeared and saved me from the black world. My eyes that were originally dry were finally moisturized.
I no longer desire to lose my memory, because even if I still remember the past and fear is always lingering, as long as you are always by my side, I will be strong and brave and face it all with a smile.
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Brother Fu, do you know?
It turns out that forgetting everything is so simple.
I can't remember you, I can't remember anything. Your smile, your tenderness, and your embrace are as if I have never had them before. They are so strange and so... Make me want to have them again.
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Brother Fu, are you an idiot?
If you weren't a fool, why would you always be kind to me?
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When I remember you, I finally remember you, but will I disappear from your side again?
I try hard to stare at you, and try hard to remember that you will always look at me with gentle brown eyes. I will never, never forget you again...
As winter passes and autumn comes, it seems that it is both illusion and reality in an instant.
If wine is a song, what will life be like?
The grievances and grievances in the world, the gatherings and separations, the intertwined destinies, the joys and sorrows. ． ．
Meet, get to know each other, and support.
Possession, loss, regret.
Meeting again, pity, and tears.
It is fate that you and I will meet.
In the troubled times of the world, we are separated from each other.
Flowers are like Yi, willows are like Yi, flowers and willows are like Yi, young people part ways, bow their heads and shed tears.
To the east of the Yangtze River and to the west of the Yangtze River, mandarin ducks fly in two places on both sides of the Yangtze River. You know when they will meet.
——Ouyang Xiu's "Sauvignon Blanc"
ps: The cover is processed from pictures found online. If there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental. Please forgive me.
In fact, if you look at the question text, it is a way of writing that Xue thinks it has connotation. Haha, Xue cannot write a tragic article, and can only be doomed in absurdity... , , ~
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This is an old work by Xue from a few years ago. When I look back at it recently, I feel that it is really not an ordinary mine. If you don't want to be struck by lightning, please bring a lightning rod!
Thank you! !