Don’t want to say goodbye

chapter1 if at that time — this situation could be recalled, but at that time it was disconsolate sometimes, the clearer the memory was, the more cruel it was for myself. All the sentimental feelings about the passing of time and the loneliness of the past, taking memory as the carrier, parasitize the past page by page like viruses. We couldn’t help forgetting that we wouldn’t go back, so the past became a scar for us, bleeding and pain in every lonely time. Indeed, the past is a scar that we don’t want to heal. Now we can also say that we were in those years, as if the years were much older, and we ourselves became full of stories. Memory is like sand in the hourglass. We helplessly watch it accumulate gradually and grow into a heavy shell. Our heart is the snail’s body, bearing the pain brought by the slowly growing memory. In those years, we climbed over the wall together, skipped classes together, escaped in the exam break together, and went to the playground together. We left early and had a meal with great strength. We were young and frivolous, and we felt sad yesterday. Maybe the existence of time just proves that there is no such word as eternity. In a flash, time is left blank. In the past, there was only a plain drawing of meticulous brushwork. Time Fades my great rivers and mountains. chapter2 render parting — Xiaolai who is dyed Frost and drunk, always leaves tears I think it’s best to separate in rainy days, hide tears into the raining rain, don’t see, so that you won’t be sad; Or in foggy days, hide the figure like thick fog, and you won’t see it, so you won’t be sad. On the day of leaving, the cloud suddenly blew up, and God seemed to be moved, and he would drop a few tears. Several brothers and I stayed in the Internet cafe all night, not only to avoid the rain. Together, cherish every minute and every second, don’t leave the sigh in the future. Finally, it was still separated at the station. At the end of the script was the cold carriage and the bustling crowd. The dialogue is stiff, the scene is pale, and we are helpless. The long pavilion is shorter, and the return is everywhere. My head was close to the window of the car, my ears were stuffed with headphones, and I was absent-minded. It is hard to find a peace in this too noisy world. I can’t see the flowers thanks when thinking of the lyrics with petals all over the sky, but my heart has already fallen red. chapter3 there is always a way for you to go alone, no matter whether you are willing or not. Go alone, go back alone, accompany the sadness and loneliness alone. The luggage is full of missing, and the map is marked with concerns. The scenery outside the window has nothing to do with beauty; The road under the feet has nothing to do with long mileage. When holding the ticket to Huaibei, it seemed to hold the ticket leading to the future. There was no idea about what was ahead. I don’t know whether there is a landmark in people’s heart or a direction that will never disappear. However, the rain just floated outside the window, which made the pedestrians anxious to break. There are reasons for leaving and writing poems. The departure could not be calculated by days, and suddenly there was some tiredness in my heart, like wandering for a long time, tired of traveling thousands of miles. It happened that I caught a cold again, and I was not interested in the journey of thousands of miles across the rain zone. Life always impose. The repeated words in my mind most represent what I expected at this moment: I don’t want to see you again, but I just want to see you again. Cai Changqing, School of Information, Huaibei Normal University

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