I haven't been there for a long time, or there is no one around. I revisit my old place, but I still dare not be silent anymore: as soon as I leave school, the society is like a sea, and I always worry about food and clothing.
Four and a half years ago, at the beginning of midsummer, I wrote a message promising not to cheat. The oath was still ringing in my ears, but the alliance could not be more than an oath in my ears. The author broke his promise and gained weight. He has gained more than ten kilograms here. He hopes that all the dead souls at the bottom of the pit can rest in peace (if they still survive).
Now I am concentrating on reading history, and after reading half of the collection of classics and history, I will go back to my hometown and fill in this hole again. A friend once joked: "I will tell my children and grandchildren that when this article is finished a hundred years later, it will be burned in front of the tomb." I swear that I will live up to the expectations of my friend and that this hole will be leveled in my lifetime.
In late spring in the south of the Yangtze River, when the grass is growing and orioles are flying, he meanders through the catkins all over the city, careless and unmoving, disturbing a pool of spring water in the world.
With deep eyes and a light smile, he is a young man dressed in commoner clothes and has an elegant demeanor.
There is no particularly persistent story, just walking and exploring all the way, wandering around and wandering through the youth, the fog in the eyes gradually dissipated, and finally holding the only real thing in life within reach.
Those grand backgrounds, those glorious life experiences, those alluring events, those bleak past, in the end have nothing to do with him anymore.
He is just a passerby, not a returning guest.
Remember the green skirt, pity the fragrant grass everywhere.
It is better to pity the people in front of you than to look into the distance with green mountains as far as the eye can see.
About love, about growth, and life.
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