Some people say that secret love is the most beautiful love in the world.
After many years, I learned to smile at all the good and even silly words, learned to appreciate it without sinking, learned to remember selectively, to include some irrelevant and discard everything that might cause harm. No, this is not a game. this is my life. They are a small part of life, whether it is insignificant or indispensable. I'm used to the feeling of being with others when I'm happy, hiding when I'm sad, and never having a heart to smile.
How important you were to me.
That person from a long time ago, who was as humble, timid, and silent as her, had a wish hidden in her heart. Who can say that I am not like this now - thinking that many years have passed, the little girl has grown up and has learned how to treat others and herself indifferently. I even thought that emotions like that would never happen again, when time obscured the ending of the story. What an ordinary boy he was, but she always kept him in her heart.
Everything follows the tropes of youth films, but my life is never a story with a happy ending. We will grow up, and we will be embarrassed for our childish love. Who said that the power of time is irresistible.
Memories are like rain on my heart.
When she was running humble and ordinary in the small town, the April wind blew across her cheeks with the mild cold of late spring and the tenderness of early summer. How cautious and excited it was. She saw him; Musashino, her hope, her love.
Everyone has a time of purity and innocence, unseemly and humble. I hate to be the perfect person and let him fall in love with me as I love him. I know many of his flaws, although I love his strengths more. He always lives in my heart. When her clear eyes lit up like the sky, we knew that it was a happy ending.
The story doesn't go on; maybe he'll reject her, maybe he'll hate her, maybe they'll get together and then break up vulgarly. There are so many things in this world that we can't predict; I only know how happy it is to see you at this moment.
So I will be moved. So I read all kinds of stories and look for my humble, misfit shadow in it. They are as humble as I am in front of love. ——Always be grateful for the moment you let me know that my love is still pure and beautiful. I was as cramped and timid as she was, and I was filled with joy, as if I could bloom in the dust. The days passed in between were all blank, even though I knew he wasn't where he was anymore. Who can turn back the time and let the story begin again, and let him say that he loves me again, and who can guarantee that the ending will be more perfect. No, I was just reading other people's stories, and I revisited that scene three years later, and saw her rain-wet black hair sticking to her face, her eyes full of lonely joy.
My heart is full of you again.
I once thought that it would be great if there was a person who was exactly like him in this world - I would love him well, I would make the future days no longer tangled, maybe I would not fall in love with him at all. Time is like a roaring train, and I'm the only one watching from the platform dazedly.
I used to like a poem by Su Shi very much. When I was sad, I thought of repaying my previous debt, and I snapped my fingers three times to break my footsteps. It was a poem of mourning he wrote to Chaoyun. I guess he felt so much pain in his heart that he believed that it must be a debt he owed in his previous life. It took me many years to realize that it was these two poems that made me wish I could stop this fleeting moment.
Yet every mention of it bores me—as if the emotional goodbye was over. Maybe this is a sign of a love healing. Only you never asked me how much I missed you in the past.
Constantly entangled in forgetting and remembering; every time I think that life has gone on and the past has ended, there are always such or such marks left in my heart that the memories are stuck. How nice when nothing happened. Just like her happy smile, everything is as clear and beautiful as that simple and somewhat rough youth. We can't help but imagine what happened later in the film, whether he readily accepted the still tender love of this shy and infatuated girl. However, any kind of imagination is beautiful - she laughed like that, happy like the cherry blossoms in April.
The trees in the school lost their leaves overnight, and then grew pink buds overnight, and immediately opened up a small hand-like leaf. The green leaves were a bit abrupt, as if to dye the sky with such a fresh and bright green. After the sudden drop in temperature, I caught a cold. I walked along the long school road alone and realized that spring had come. As written in elementary school textbooks, spring has come and everything has recovered.
- everything will be fine. Her smile was pure and clear, and she ran through the long street alone, thinking that happiness was ahead. She chased it.
Before that, let me remember this April rain, which fell into my heart and gave birth to dull roots and shoots.
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