Walking between the present and the past, time leaps over my shoulders with bright ripples. I looked at the horizon in the distance, the green trees, the sky was very blue, and large flocks of birds flew by, taking away the fallen leaves of this season.
I always like to say to myself: "The only person in this world who can always be with you is yourself.
After my 17th birthday, I started to understand a little bit. Time has taught me how to cherish and how to be strong.
Things that were once glorious have become dusty over time. They quietly stay in the old years, letting the flowing time wash them repeatedly, leaving rusty marks.
Those songs with light melody, accompanied by old CDs, faded in the panic of youth, and along with them, memories were peeled off.
Those things that once thought they would never change are blurred in their own cognition. Some people choose to retreat and stand their memories firmly in the distance; while some people have forgotten and dyed the past into a gray landscape.
I am a very nostalgic person and I am afraid of the unknown. I always like to cover my head with a quilt when I sleep.
I am not a sad person, but I am not a hard-hearted person either. I am just an ordinary person. When you are hurt, you will be sad for a long time; when you are sad, you will cry heartbrokenly.
I didn't want to cry, so I chose to be strong. I didn't cry when my grandfather, who I loved very much, died; I didn't cry on the first day of boarding school; I didn't cry when I was cheated by others.
I once hid under the quilt and cried secretly at night. After crying, I laughed again.
I have come through the long river of time, saying goodbye to the past and moving towards the future.
The sky began to clear up, allowing the rain-soaked world to return to its original appearance little by little, hasty and sharp.
When I am alone in a daze, I will think about what kind of me I am, what kind of stories are there about the me who grew up rapidly and the me who was sad. In fact, I don't know which one of me is the most wanton. I just changed reluctantly and suddenly turned into the side that I least wanted to see.
I remember that at school, at night, when I came back from fetching water from the boiling water room, I passed by a nearby forest. A girl was talking on the phone. She said to the phone in a crying voice: "I am useless, I am useless, what is the point of living in this world..." I felt very sad at that time, and finally I left. Sometimes, your sadness can't change anything.
Dear Sir, I hope you will be stronger in the future. There are so many sad things in this world, please don't be sad.
When you begin to be bound by the rules of the adult world little by little, please accept it calmly. One day you will gradually mature. At that time, please don't forget to pick up the mottled old times and keep them in your heart.
Intention: Thank you for meeting me