Blame me, not you. Tell me about it.

Among all the beautiful love words, I like this sentence best: "There are thousands of floating worlds, and I love three, the sun and the moon." The sun is facing the DPRK, the moon is dusk, and the Qing dynasty is morning and evening. "

I like you best than all the stars, mountains and rivers, spring and autumn.

I don't know when it started. Among all the works, less and less are delicate emotional articles.

I think it's probably because you have fewer moments of heartache afterwards. Plus the characters you want to portray, all you can leave is your shadow.

In the future, there is less and less desire to find instant throbbing and want to talk and record.

I rewrite the outline of the story over and over again, but every time I mention the pen, your voice and your appearance always come to mind.

Later, the beginning of all stories was monopolized and shelved by subjective emotions. What you said is not ridiculous, but I made an excuse.

Maybe I'm not suitable for writing. I'm proud to say that I will let you see my article in the future.

Unexpectedly, I have always been the one who stood me up.

But I also know from the bottom of my heart that you have never really promised me anything, and I always overestimate myself.

Like a person, how long can you persist.

I like you for a long time. One day, I suddenly found that I don't seem to need to like you anymore.

You don't know, in the past, I really only loved you.

That kind of love is as reckless as a moth to a fire. You can't die if you don't hit the south wall. Maybe you were unreasonable to me then.

I don't like you telling me so much truth, which is inappropriate and I don't understand. You haven't tried anything. Why do you say that?

I don't like that in QQ comments, your gentleness to others is the same as your gentleness to me. It will be a little sad to see it.

You must forgive me for just entering the university and being curious about all the new things. Including your sudden appearance in my world.

At that time, unconsciously, I regarded you as the light that constrained my efforts.

I still confess when I am in the prime of my life, and turn away when I am calm and mature.

Come to think of it carefully, we have never met and never opened our hearts to communicate. How can such love last?

A word became a prophecy. Now, you have no contact with me. Occasionally, in the dead of night, I will open your simple circle of friends, and every time my fingertips want to pull down, it is blank.

Perhaps, you used the shielding function to me, or perhaps, your life has never been shared with others.

My friend said that I seem to be in a good state of mind recently.

I said, maybe I'm trying to live the way I used to like.

Once, I really wanted you to see my goodness, but in the past two years, I dare not bother again.

I learned to be quiet and restrained, and I also learned to carefully keep my inappropriate emotions. When you click on it, all you can see is the happy and positive look I showed you. It's just that I already installed it.

A few days ago, you suddenly sent a circle of friends, all of which were long words. You said that you have gradually realized what you want to be. In fact, I am a little distressed, but I can only catch a glimpse of you in this way. It is not easy for us to walk along this road. This is the world of adults.

I really wanted to give you a comment and give you a big hug.

But I held back. I couldn't control my attention.

We all have our own way to go, and I don't know if I still like you. Maybe, I just think of you occasionally, sigh or smile.

Fortunately, you have always been beautiful in my heart. With this beauty, people's mood will be happy for a long time.

When I think of a boy I once liked, the sound of his affectionate recitation is really enough to make people deeply immersed.

Although his thoughts, his stories and his life, I have never been there.

But you're really nice.

Others say that people will probably meet 29.2 million people in this life, and the probability of falling in love is only 0.000049.

So, you don't like me, and I never blame you.