I am tired of watching fishing boats singing at night, and I have seen the ups and downs of prosperity.
The sky is not always blue, just like those green years.
So I have the present me, so I have the me who sits here and watches the dusk come to an end.
When I was young, people always liked to dream, thinking about those unrealistic things, looking at the large undulating lavender falling to the purple of the ground.
At that time, you were still that inexperienced young man, and I was the innocent girl in your arms who didn't understand anything.
Zhao Yuanzhen is right, I don't understand anything, even, I don't even understand you.
I don't know why there are ups and downs on your face, and why you have to be so sad and down in your heart.
However, I always think that I understand everything like an aloof person, but none of you understand me.
So youth came like this, with restlessness, sweet dreams, flowers and throbbing, light and brilliance.
Those heavy makeup on the screen, those pale souls off the stage.
We always mourn the past with Xumi, melancholy, and the sorrow of Yuzhou Changwan, and we are depressed and sad for those regrets.
At that time, we always loved painless sex, thinking that being a little angry was the biggest thing, and we couldn¡¯t live anymore, so we always liked to forget to see those grown-up people, who were beautiful in the midst of grievance or humiliation. Live on, and then smile more brilliantly.
At that time, people always like to miss the past, those who loved them, and the feeling of being pampered, because those things are gone.
People at that time always sang high-pitched regrets, dreaming that if time goes back
When I was young, what I looked forward to the most was who could shine like a shooting star for a moment.
Just because they haven't grown up yet, just because they still have youth.
Grown-up people will not pay homage, mourn, or grieve for nothingness whose roots are no longer there.
In fact, there is only a thin line between growth and maturity, and there is only one painful lesson between immaturity and maturity.
Just like a chick learning to fly, a butterfly breaks out of its cocoon.
Those people no longer have dreams in their hearts, and there are no bright and bright colors in their dreams.
Because of youth, it is no longer.
Because people are no longer as passionate and innocent as before.
But the old people also love to remember, especially sitting in the afternoon at sunset. This is not contradictory, because Kimberly Copporg once said that it is our nature to recall the past and regret past mistakes.
The rattan chair shook creakingly, slowly and firmly, just like growing up.
So the memory came.
Watch the childishness of those times quietly, and laugh at the youth that will never end in those years.
? As the sun set, the clouds quickly gathered, and the sky changed. In an instant, the air was flushed, smudged the entire sky, and the wind was surging, just like the original memory. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com