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Fleeting Time

Black and White curve, who has fallen? Sadness in the fleeting time is always nowhere to be placed. The wind stopped, leaving only dust falling silently. Everything is like an accident, and everything in the world is just a passing scene of this play. Dear Wei: Do you believe in fate? Maybe you will say that this is superstition and divorced from reality. But I still believe something. Of course, I can’t say that I totally believe it. Destiny gives us many endings, but hides many prelude. Just like a lot of things, it is like the wool falling off after a long time tearing, pulling out many fractures. As for you, the memory between US I am actually what we want to forget. Someone once told me that only by learning to forget the past can I meet the future and regain hope and long-lost happiness. I thought for a long time and understood. However, those memories are always integrated with me like my shadow, tangled. 4 years, 1460 days. 35840 hours, 2102400 minutes, 126144000 seconds. These figures are just jumping from one digit to nine digits, but in these years, I seem to have experienced the pain of a clock like a lifetime. Feng Yiwei, it has been four years since we broke up. Are you living well these years? In those countless nights when I couldn’t sleep, your face would always appear clearly in my mind. I remember when I missed you most, it was sleepless at night. When I was sitting and listening to songs, I was disheartened. I didn’t know that I really loved I am those days, including now, and still sentimentally attached. That kind of pain is unforgettable. I know I am unwilling to admit it all the time. Who said the water is full, please believe me, no matter what, I will hold your hand. But why did you forget to say that you are willing to grow old with me? It is your own world that no longer has you. Sad? Sad? It doesn’t make sense. Yiwei, I will never forget your gentleness. They are like engraved in a corner of the bottom of the heart, which can not be dispelled eventually. What I still miss is still your hug with light body temperature and the kiss that seems to paralyze me in the deep night. The lingering on the tip of the tongue makes the kiss with the taste of wine so sweet, intoxicated and obsessed. But when you left, why didn’t you leave your last hug and kiss? Even if it is a farewell etiquette. Later, I always thought that maybe love was a matter of two people. If not one is given, the other will accept it happily. Just like you, you can’t accept my love and become a deserter of love. Run away from the desert! However, when you were young, did you ever hold a woman like holding my hand, accompanying her with sweet love words, and accompanying her across the horizon, leave the impression of your love in every corner of the world. If I didn’t see the yellow photo you only left, it seemed that I really didn’t remember your face. Did I miss it for too long? I have forgotten what I miss for a long time. For the whole four years, our memory has always existed in my mind perfectly. When I am lonely, I will think of it, and when I am quiet, I will think of it. But our memory has not yet been wrinkled, but you have already burnt the cruel ending with the determined departure. Lovers are finally reduced to friends, perhaps not even friends. This ending probably does not belong to me. Therefore, greetings, gentleness, hugs and kisses really can’t find any more reasons to have. In fact, in the past four years, I have understood that love is not long or short in time, but only love or not. In the cycle of time, I have already lost your breath, and those precious years have already gone away. In the mottled fleeting time, there are some pains that cannot be repaired completely. It seems that they cannot retreat and don’t want to enter your world. I once imagined to write beautiful strokes on the long scroll of the future. However, the back of ink painting fainted and told me how naive ,, so I don’t have to think about it, don’t ask me that I already know. Only forgetting is the answer to the story. Then, dear Wei, I will say goodbye to you with a smile. Feng Yiwei, goodbye. Sleep in the evening of August 28th Like (prose editor: Yue ran) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. 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