All the beautiful moments that can't be returned are incomparable beautiful times.

It is said that the typhoon is coming again. Late at night, the breeze gently blows into the car through the window, with a little coolness, leaning back and leaning against the edge of the armchair, quietly enjoying the cool breeze, unlike a few days ago, a floor fan and an air-conditioning fan could not blow coolness. That night, the three of us were in the car, resting and remembering, talking about the past and the future. How did we fall asleep? I don't really remember.

? I'm not afraid to meet each other, but I'm afraid I won't forget it. I don't know when I started to escape, to avoid the interweaving with one party's past, and to avoid meeting three or two friends. Maybe the old stories when I was young were too fascinating, or maybe I was not as good as before. Let nature take its course, and there is no need to understand these unexplained ideas. The most important thing in the world is to know people and things. Sometimes, confusion is a good thing, at least

? We are in a hurry to make an appointment through the wedding reception. Six years have passed, as if six centuries have passed, and it seems that just yesterday, yesterday night, we were still blowing the wind on the roof, thinking of our favorite girls, who were sleeping peacefully in the opposite building. That summer vacation, we were happy and happy.

? This is our reunion after graduation. Thanks to brother Ji's wedding banquet, we can meet again, and then we can talk about the past embarrassing things and people who are distressed and unforgettable in the past. That year, it was too strong, as if all the mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon were rushing around us, including the sweetness of our love. I thought all the bitterness after that was mine. Unexpectedly, in the years to come, it will hand over the sweet words it contains without reservation. I knew this moment would come. I used to be afraid of it coming, afraid of it coming. Now, I hope I come earlier and earlier. That night, I had to rush to the hospital because I was drunk. I used to think that all this would only appear in the drama of images. As you all know, I played a game around me. It's funny to think about it. Brother Ji's drunken words brought us back to the past, the photo we were looking for in Taiqiang Factory, and the gloomy years when we worked hard for the college entrance examination again. Chatting and chatting just happened to know that Brother Ji and his sister-in-law knew each other. Although I am surprised, I think this is our welcome fate. Here, I wish Brother Ji and Sister-in-law an early birth, no hair and no temples cream.

Time is shallow, young flowers and leaves, the shadow of the sun, and the cause and effect that cannot be traced in memory all disappear in the kingdom of time. The tea in the cups is dry and full, light and thick, and the eyebrows are low. There is always a story stranded between the lines in the paper, and there is always a feeling that you are safely sent out when you are asleep. I thought those friendships that I couldn't find would be far away and entangled in our economic life, but I didn't know that these covenants that I thought would live and die together would be so short, so short that I would brush them back. I remember the year when I returned to Taiqiang again. We went to work, listened to the wind on the roof, watched the take-off and landing of the airport, ran early in the morning and saw a bright moon and a mirror. Later, at the beginning of the month, we hurried to the next place where we began to dream. We all believe that love will last for a long time until the end of time. Soon, because the two places were separated by sadness or love, your separation reached my ears, and you drank wine all day. Later, you chose the best way, either join the army or leave. In less than two years, we also broke up one after another. Maybe this is our destiny. Jay said he regretted ending it so early, and I went to every mother that year, neither too early nor too late. Because everything has its origin and end, there is Buddhism. Buddha said: "Everything has its own way, like a dream, like a bubble, like dew, like electricity, so look at it this way." I chose to believe, at least the one I believe so deeply.

? For a long time, we didn't contact each other, either because of the distance or because of the hasty age. We each live our own destiny, and in the days to come, we are as busy as a bee for three meals. A few days ago, you said you were getting married. This is a surprise. The three of us will eventually blossom and bear fruit. I believe everything is beginning to take a turn for the better.

Buddha said: "Looking back 500 times in previous lives, I got a brush in this life." I think this is what I can't get. The world of mortals ferry, predestined friends oneself, I should believe that reincarnation, past lives, those beautiful moments that you and I can't go back, are unparalleled beautiful times at present.

? Life flows, the world of mortals is rolling, sometimes as slow as a long river, and sometimes as fast as turbulence. The rest of my life, and when I put it down, I will not live up to the original beauty, nor will I live up to the eternal cycle of cause and effect.

? At dawn, I gave all my thoughts to the day. Only the day can be warm, and the frosty night is cold. Go your separate ways. Go on. Next time we get together, I think it will be another grand wedding reception.

Wenluoan

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