We have come from mountains and seas and left from seas of people. Time flies, and when we reach the end of our lives, we realize that the good things exist in the past after all, so we drop everything and put on our backpacks to regain that memory. In those memories, there was family affection, love, friendship, heart-wrenching moments, and tenderness and sweetness. At that time, we always felt that time was not passing quickly, and we always wanted to speed up the passage of time and throw away the painful youth, but after the youth really passed away, we held on to the memories tightly. It was an unforgettable time. I remember Wu Nian, Lin Xuan, Camellia, my father and mother, and many ordinary people I passed by, including Wang Xiaobei.
We are all tragic in life, laughing on sunny days, but tossing and turning in the middle of the night. I like rainy days.
Intention: yearning for beauty