The story is unfolded by a group of slow shots. The bright women on the old matchbox and the sound of the wall bell slowly surfaced his childhood face in the violin. The child said he wanted to stay. This is like a distant echo of the ending. From beginning to end, he seems lonely and quiet, from parting with his relatives, unable to be together, slowly forming a lonely life, parting with his loved ones, and then being unable to be with his lover.
And he is talking about such a thing, love will make people gradually strong and considerate, so you don't have to resent and forget those who leave you.
When the family changed, he put his shoulders on your shoulders, the wind and rain were shaking outside, you suppressed your voice and cried in his arms. It has been years since then. You said you couldn't help him anymore, he walked far behind the car window, stopped, raised his hand and wiped his face.
It was the boy who still lived in the old house who he met by chance. Suhua's wallpaper is indifferent and he looks like a cockroach with a back, I don't know who is remembering, and his eyes are lifted up to see that you want to talk and talk, and there is a lake deep in the mountains.
Such a young man who grew up beside his grandmother had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he was soft-spoken. When he was annoyed, he lowered his eyebrows just like his grandmother. Until he grabbed the toilet brush and bruised his nose and face, it seemed like the beginning of love; until he came to the door and asked him why you always felt that no one cared.
The matter of how she grew up after so many years after her death gradually faded into the background, and when it was recounted, it was him who stayed at his house, and he lent a shoulder around the teenager. He whispered that if you really love someone, how to accept being separated from them.
Probably this is another foreshadowing. When we are already terrified of the ending, the hidden thread advances and becomes clear. The story is like a river rushing by, and the reefs growing under it have already stood up when the warmth is flowing, and the outlet slowly begins to become narrow, until the river lifts the long waves to break through the difficulties and dangers, and after the great joy and sorrow, there is another bright sky, A more inclusive but silent world.
Loneliness is often silent. When you think you can't support it, your body always has the power to shake the sky and the earth. Even if no one has time to push you, if you can stand it, you can wave your hands at the cowardly self in the past. There are always some people who are destined to meet, but whether there is a single word but an unshakable lifeline has been decided. The universe never speaks, but later you will know how to be on your own.
The woman inside is a screen scene but bright as a star. She pushes you towards him with her own hands. He walked towards you, and I could only cry out in the crowd, in the end of a disheartened love.
I don't know what will happen between you. My ending stops here. It's just that when I was young, I only liked you so much that it was unquestionable.
Only in the end, but it has also become this is the best distance I love you.
I really like the transliteration of this name. Yingying, it reads like a quiet girl in a story of a gentle monster. There is a story after a midsummer evening, and her mind is full of joy, her face is like a gardenia, and there is a warm light. Ah Ying is so lively, she moves forward bravely, takes responsibility, and knows how to let go when it is necessary.
It's just that there are too many cries in this world, in fact, I only wish you would never understand.
When I was insomnia, I turned it over and looked at it, and I started to feel relieved, but I felt more sad than before. They are like your old friends, all of them are ordinary and gentle standing in time, and more people like them. Sometimes understanding does not teach people to look away, I would rather not, but really reluctant. I am willing to tell you how much I love you, so how brave the person who let go should be.
Grandma told him that maybe one day, you can use music to tell your thoughts to the people you like.
Goodbye, he said, the sweet melody that came only for him, and the solemn love words to one person were interwoven into the sea of the past like algae. He thought he was writing songs for you, and the low-brow letterhead who only wrote to one person turned out to be a love song to the world at the Christmas show. He said that where there is love, there is hope. You can't be together, he closed the corners of his eyes and smiled slowly, as if he already knew it.
Life is never owned alone. When the mountains and rivers are exhausted, I always remember that I once depended on you to live.
The ending for the two was bleak, but they seemed to be on their way. There is still a long way to go, and there may be hope.
Time always takes the best of us to force people to grow up, bear the weight of this world, and fulfill the glory of life in the sky. The face is still green and green, but when he fixed his eyes on the world, his heart seemed to have been annihilated by time and annihilated his face overnight.
I have never asked far away.
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