Memories

When I was alone, I often felt bored. There was silence all around, and the silence was a little horrible. Even the sound of the wind could be heard vividly. The light fog lingered, the morning sun reflected, and the cool early autumn came silently like this. The dusk rain flew, rustling down, rustling down, mixed with sadness and loss, slowly permeated into the soil, drunk. When a person calm down, he will always think of the past, happy or unhappy, always provoking others: childhood memories are always so real, so pure, as pure and flawless as white clouds in the sky, there is no worry, no loneliness, no sadness, no melancholy. Childhood is a happy paradise. As time goes by, the annual rings of years push us to grow slowly. When we grow up, we will have more troubles, loneliness, hesitation, desolation and melancholy, there are too many things accompanying me, which cannot be dumped. I often recall the past, and I couldn’t help thinking about the mess in my heart once without recalling it. Everything in the past was like a wisp of rising Blue Smoke, lonely and ethereal, and the wind blew away. What is the most precious thing in the world? That is to lose. There is only one lost thing. When it disappears, it will never come again! We couldn’t keep it if we wanted to. We couldn’t do anything except memory. Time went away in a hurry, like a murmuring stream that never came back. The light youth cast a dimmer and shallow footprint, and went out of joy, it is hard to forget the sadness, the scenery you have traveled, the intersections you have stopped, and the memories left in your heart. Once it was just a breeze, and memory was just a wisp of smoke. In the rainy season, autumn leaves withered, floating down, floating away, rushing away with sadness and melancholy, memories ~~ memories that cannot be recalled, originally only want to recall the warmth of the past, but in the end it is just a mere increase of sadness.

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