Not to mention the past, life has been stormy.

? Life is like a scourge, pulling our mossy memories. It's not that I don't like it It's just that old grievances and old love have finally become the past. Just like me before you, I like drinking soda, and now I prefer cold boiled water. Not to save money, but I know what suits me better.

Wandering around Qian Fan and crossing the border, we missed it after all.

? Grandparents have been married for 55 years. No matter how old they are, they always argue about trifles like children. Grandma cries when she is angry, and Grandpa sighs when she is angry, but he can't hide her tears all his life. He knew that although the white-haired old woman lost her slender hands and the best years, he was willing to go on with her. So every time I feel unhappy, my grandpa takes the lead.

? Grandpa has cerebral thrombosis and can't smoke and drink. Grandpa quit smoking for a year and a half under grandma's urging. As for why he didn't quit smoking successfully, it can be traced back to when grandma was hospitalized because of a recurrence of heart disease. I think that's when he picked up the cigarette.

? I envy the feelings of my grandparents. I care about each other but keep silent. Want to leave the best for each other but treat yourself badly. I never say what I like, but every look is full of happiness.

? Thank you very much for that time, people's feelings were not doped with quality. The love between grandparents is like the Tindal effect, where the light beam shines is transparent.

? I really want to go back to the past, not to say how much I miss my old feelings. I just want to tell myself to avoid detours in the future, and tell the lonely little girl that there is a fierce German shepherd at the corner of the first intersection, a delicious snack in the second street, a trembling kitten in the deepest part of the alley, and the person I want to see most but can't be together.

? My mother told me that no matter who gave me the gift, I would carefully collect it and told me with a smile that my memories would be sealed and relived. But she hasn't forgotten me.

There are many regrets, most of which are filled with tears. Tears are salty, and they always burst into tears when recalled. In fact, I just want to thank the familiar strangers who pieced together my youth.

My brother has a very sad song in Farewell My Concubine. When love is in the past, don't mention it again. When we parted later, we were happy.