If life has an end date, will we cherish every remaining day and every minute? But when separation suddenly strikes, how can I cherish you and our future?
After watching "My Homosexual" by Yao Yue and "If Life Is Just Like Our First Meeting, My Twelve Years with Him" by Brother Hei, I feel like there is a sponge stuck in my chest. This feeling has been suppressed for a long time. Thinking back on the people and things you have experienced, it may really be like a novel. However, my writing skills are limited and I have been reluctant to write. But now during my internship, I can't help but write some words to pay homage to the past. Yan Jidao has a poem that says: The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds. Perhaps, your own story is not worth mentioning, but what is yours is yours and cannot be erased or civilized. I never wanted to truly face myself before, but now I have to tear open the scars bit by bit, give myself an answer to the past, and give myself a glimmer of hope for the future.
Because I have been very busy, I may be slower in updating articles, but I will not give up. Even if there is no audience or support, I will finish writing the article. 90% Of the people and things in the story are true. Names have been slightly changed.
Uncovering a past event and tearing apart an emotion called sadness. Put down the mask, it turns out that everyone's face is so vivid. .