To be honest, I can't write very gorgeous copy.
This story is to record something that cannot be retained.
While I was writing this, I was sitting in the library with a notebook on my desk.
Watching the people coming and going downstairs. There is a sense of powerlessness in my heart that life is passing away like the waves of a river.
It feels like I have returned to my teenage years, when I wrote in my notebook, it was brilliant, life was like a storm to me, what a strong color of life.
More than ten years later, across time and space, I looked tenderly at the aspirational look on the young man's face.
She didn't know I existed. I didn't interrupt her.
Time will bring her to me.
It took more than ten years for me to realize the meaning of being as ordinary as before. It's time to leave something behind.
I think of that boy who always has a cold face.
Some time ago, I also added his WeChat account.
The level of aloofness is still the same as when I was in school.
So, I wrote this article.
To be honest, I can't even get into this story myself.
If we are destined, we will meet in Jianghu.
Intention: You may know that I like this, or you may pretend not to know.