The Aging Post-80S Generation

The post-80s generation is a synonym that is no longer novel. As time goes by, those born in the 1980s are following three major trends. Those throbbing youth and scorching years are still vivid in my mind. The people we have loved, the people we love, and the sadness and memories that love has left us are the only gifts left to each other. Waiting hard just for a ten-year appointment. The promise once made turned into a joke, and more than one heart was hurt? Nowadays, a person is walking quietly on the lonely lover's road. Liuming Lake has dried up and is filled with the passing years. Even the sad past is also a good memory. There is no sooner or later in love, and there is no right or wrong in love. Just in this way, we commemorate our study time and those dead loves. Everything has gradually passed away, but it is always vivid in my mind. Four years of spring and autumn have become forever in an instant, while some things and some people have slowly become blurred. The past is like a door, separating the flowers of yesterday from the prosperity of today. Once, we didn't know each other; now, we go our separate ways. From ignorance at the beginning, it gradually grows and is filled with countless joyful faces. The road we met is like the yellow leaves fluttering in the bright autumn day. We always reach the same destination by different paths and embark on the same ending. Winter crosses the middle of the world, arriving at a steady pace, but also stopping at a steady pace. After this winter, we will probably reach the point where peacocks fly southeast. The speechless swallows fly together, but the tears shed alone. Lonely people can only stay with loneliness in the end. Emotional thoughts have been chattering away, making people feel deeply sad about separation and unable to extricate themselves. Four years have passed by in a hurry, and our lives are also boundless. Who can abandon their feelings thousands of miles away? Who can forget the fragrance of youth? In these short years, I have tasted the joy of getting together, the pain of parting, the sweetness of falling in love, and the bitterness of breaking up. In the end, no one could tell clearly who betrayed whom and who abandoned whom. Even if I am alone now, I have had a good time. Even if it is only once, it is enough. I didn't want to cherish the memories, but I was afraid of losing them. While I can still barely remember it, I will record this scene for the time being. ——————————————————————————————————09.02.01, Buddhist Academy