Crossing the river to pick hibiscus, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids. Who do you want to leave behind? Thoughts are far away.
I heard people say that the person you love is your ideal, and the person who loves you is your reality.
Perhaps, everything we do is just to make our reality closer to our ideal, or our ideal closer to reality.
We have been working hard for this.
A shallow smile under the sun once illuminated many lonely and sleepless nights.
We have had so much time, but when we grow up, we have no time to review.
We had made so many promises, but almost none of them were fulfilled.
We once thought that there was beautiful scenery on the other side of the mountain, countless laughter and singing, warm and full friendship and love on the road of youth;
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Those things that were once the most important in our lives, although we forget, think of, think of, and forget again and again.
I remember that the hibiscus bloomed all over the river in full bloom, and I used all my strength.
When I stretch out my arms, I can't touch the sky, I can't pick hibiscus, and I can't touch your fingertips.
I never had you,
But you have been in my best years,
Like the thousands of hectares of hibiscus, it blooms year after year; the thousands of miles of river water never stops.
The first volume of this article was written in a protracted manner and without any skills at all, because it devoted a lot of observations and obsessions about growth. I wrote it with great care, but it was so poorly written, alas... I feel like the second volume is better, to be honest...