The summer in May is full of shade, and the heart in May is full of enthusiasm and passion.
However, this sentence, like a powerful dose of ice, made Mei's heart cold.
We all like ourselves, because we were simple and beautiful at that time; We also like the initial heart because it is gentle and sensitive.
However, it is often at the end that we sigh the beauty at the beginning, and it is often at the end that we realize the profundity and sadness of ourselves and others.
There are many passers-by in life. Those who meet by chance and pass by have only one side, and there is no ripple in their hearts.
People who stay for a short time and are heartbroken have only a short fate, such as lightning passing away, but they are sad but have no fate;
Those who love life and meet again after a long separation, obviously love each other, but never stay together forever, and finally inevitably become passers-by, but this feeling is unforgettable.
How many passers-by will be suddenly remembered at some point?
How many passers-by will not be missed all the time?
How many people, intoxicated with melancholy, will suddenly burst into tears when they think of people and things in the past?
"Passerby" is a sad word, but it has rich feelings. It's sad to read, and I want people to miss it.
"My horseshoe of Dada,
Instead of going back to people,
He is a passer-by "
This passerby is the saddest. Throughout the ages, how many people have waited like this, from moss to bridled eyebrows and so on?
Spring is full of hope and summer is full of passion. Every time I think back on this journey with you, I feel a sense of spring in my heart.
If a passer-by is always there, will life be another kind of beauty?
If not, wouldn't it be a kind of happiness to be the last passer-by in life?
If doomed to the past, at least, there is the last unforgettable acacia!