A few years later, no one mentioned that past event again. The figure in the memory has gradually become blurred, but he still vaguely remembers that first meeting. The person with a smile like a flower in the sun looked at him quietly. The setting sun on the window lengthened her shadow, and the noisy crowd came and went, but there was no one else in his eyes except her. He couldn't see anything else and was silent for a long time. He seemed to see the person in his memory. He said softly, "Xiao Xi, I regret it." No one answered him. The wind in the mountains blew by and he couldn't hold on anymore. Tears fell one by one, but the past is gone, and what you don't hold on to will never come back.
Purpose: Cherish what you have, and dwelling on the past may not be a good thing