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Talking About the Passing Years of Jinse

Ouyang Jinyu

110K0

No matter what kind of person you are, you will hope that you will encounter beautiful and touching love when you are young. It does not have to be spectacular, but it used to be everything to us at that time. The encounter between each of us is like flowers blooming along the way. When we meet, the flowers bloom, and when we part, the flowers wither. On the road of life, we have seen the scenery of the four seasons, watched all the flowers bloom and wither, and finally understand that most of our encounters are just passers-by, and we have become other people's spectators. Occasionally we encounter such a flower, it may not necessarily be a bright red rose, but we once treated her as if we were lucky, and when she finally left, we were still reluctant to leave. Time has taught us that these are all rules. We are like people who fall within the rules, and we cannot escape. But in the end, I will sigh: after farewell, the love is empty, and it has been three lifetimes since I looked back.

Talking About the Passing Years of Jinse

Ouyang Jinyu

110K0

No matter what kind of person you are, you will hope that you will encounter beautiful and touching love when you are young. It does not have to be spectacular, but it used to be everything to us at that time. The encounter between each of us is like flowers blooming along the way. When we meet, the flowers bloom, and when we part, the flowers wither. On the road of life, we have seen the scenery of the four seasons, watched all the flowers bloom and wither, and finally understand that most of our encounters are just passers-by, and we have become other people's spectators. Occasionally we encounter such a flower, it may not necessarily be a bright red rose, but we once treated her as if we were lucky, and when she finally left, we were still reluctant to leave. Time has taught us that these are all rules. We are like people who fall within the rules, and we cannot escape. But in the end, I will sigh: after farewell, the love is empty, and it has been three lifetimes since I looked back.