Flow war

Some people, some things always encounter us inadvertently, and after a vigorous gathering, they become two parallel lines. Almost all the stories are like this when we meet each other by chance. Flowers bloom and fall, spring goes to autumn, come and go in a hurry, go and go, these are all natural. In fact, think carefully, isn’t everything in the world like this? Students come from soil, and death comes from soil. Metabolism describes not only nature itself, but all. Things are changing slowly in the fleeting time. We, who were young and frivolous, now know plain and plain. The once magnificent sea is now mulberry field. It is not a matter of human beings, but a matter of human beings. I once clung to each other for that emotion, but now laughing at each other becomes the best greeting. I once said that I would wait for it forever. At this moment, that oath has already gone away. In the fleeting time, our memory is forgetting something, and we begin to mature steadily. Some things are no longer important. We have become sophisticated and even become interested. Thinking of these, my heart couldn’t help trembling! I still remember that when we got acquainted with each other in Qingqing campus, we would be inseparable. At that time, we would argue endlessly about a geometry problem and ask teachers for theories for English grammar. However, we will be happy for each other’s happy things and comfort each other when we are frustrated. We once made a promise that we would go to the same university, and that Xu went down the mountain without any edge to join the Emperor. We even promised to work together after graduating from university and to go to Shangri-La or Provence which we yearn. Finally, we all walked into the campus of the university. The only difference was that we went to the north and south respectively. This was our only regret. At first, we passed on our missing by phone. Later, we were often busy with our studies. After a long time, our contact was interrupted. Looking back, I felt sad and painful. At this moment, I am a little lonely in the north. When I think of the happy time before, my tears burst out involuntarily. Then, do you think of me occasionally in the South? One year has gone, is your delicate short hair long now? Do you still wear your European-style watch now? Are you still popular at school as before? At this moment, I am typing these words on the keyboard. I don’t know if it will touch you. Writing here, my eyes are a little sore. On that day, I went to our alma mater and looked at the green trees still growing vigorously. I remembered the scene when we had a rest in PE class together; I went to the classroom where we had classes together, it is still the blackboard, but the graffiti on it has changed. The teacher is a young girl; When you go to that office, you must know that the teachers are concentrating on preparing lessons and learning, they were still spirited and vigorous in those years, but there were only a few white hairs on their heads. Time drives people old. In just one year, everything has changed dramatically. Just like us, we made a vow, and later we still went our own way. Maybe this is the so-called stream. Whether it is or not, after going through waves after waves, all of them will come to an end, and all of them will end in dust. Maybe when we grow old, we will open the yellow photo album, looking at that person, he will smile slightly or imagine. The stream, where is the stream? In each other’s heart, the final return to the Earth. Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…