Fall into the eyes with the momentum of the whole city

Finally know.

July is the season of parting.

Scorching sun

Melted all the old thoughts.

But let the falling snowflakes

Solidify into classicality

Cold fairy tales

-Write it in the front

It is said that July is the season of farewell. This season, someone came to say goodbye to me, and I will eventually say goodbye to them.

It was a rainy night. Rain, countless times wet the long old days. Write down these long and short sentences and send them to my friends who warmed me up in the past.

Forgive me for saying goodbye in this way. I can't arrange my sadness in words. I believe these broken words can express my parting.

Watching the cursor on the screen slide to the top bit by bit, like a once bright meteor in the night sky, slipped silently at a certain moment.

I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and finally knew. It will be beautiful if you can't see clearly. It turns out that it would be beautiful to ignore it.

In the summer's humming, the days became a flute in the hands of the ancients. I often listen to that song that I haven't heard for a long time these days, just like those days when I leaned against the mottled hut and blew it gently.

Looking back on the days that have passed, my heart suddenly hurts. Suddenly found that the original time really flies; From 1 to 1598, from August last year, which was full of Gui Xiang, to July this season, it seems to me that it is hot but extremely cool thin. It has been almost a year. You represent all my meaning in the network ... but at this moment, I love you as much as sand in my hand. When you gently mention it, it's dust all over the sky, drifting away with the wind.

Suddenly miss those warm past. In a trance, you can also pick up the time and turn it into a gorgeous smile, then into a delicate flower and a smooth sense of branches.

Suddenly, I miss the gardenias in full bloom in the yard. When the flowers bloom, the fragrance is long and fragrant. The bamboo forest in front of the house is graceful and elegant, and the smoke in the kitchen is fragrant. Behind the half-open hibiscus pane is a beautiful shadow, smiling like a flower. At dusk, you can still hear the melodious melody of that flute dancing leisurely. ...

Some people say that memory is the most beautiful glass, shining with attractive luster, making people happy in trance and losing in enthusiasm. And we can only stand blankly, quietly looking at those heavy light and shadow, those happy moments, so colorful.

Everything is beautiful, much like the scattered old days, which planted love and memories, as well as sadness and yearning ... Of course, there will be some uncertain surplus that will condense into a slow poem and walk into the most beautiful scene in my heart before the arrival of next season.

I haven't been so quiet for a long time, especially in the days when I am about to transfer to a new company. I thought that I must spend these short ten days with you, do something for you, write something for you, even if I smell your smell in a quiet mood, it is also a very enjoyable thing.

On the 20th of this month, I will leave the company where I have worked for nearly ten years and transfer to a real estate company under the group to be responsible for the marketing of a real estate.

In fact, this matter was known months ago. The leader of the group headquarters talked to me, and the conditions were very rich. I was touched once. I didn't agree immediately for two reasons. First, I'm going to work on the spot. The property is located somewhere in Jiangsu. Considering my family and two children, although it is not far from Shanghai, the company gave me a car. Second, because I have been reluctant to part with the rich contacts I have accumulated over the past ten years, and the boss here has been fighting with the head of the headquarters and doesn't want me to go.

As a result, on June 25th, I received a transfer order from the personnel department of the group headquarters, officially informing me to report to the new company on July 20th, and promised to return to my original post when my work there was smooth.

Today, I saw a friend's signature on Msn: "After such a big circle, I finally returned to the original point." Think about it, it seems like a big circle, and finally back to the original point, back to the kind of silent writing, hard work life.

How nice it was then. There is nothing in my heart. A pot of tea, a computer, all the joys and sorrows in my life are shallow, so shallow that there will be no trace when I fall. Maybe that's the state of life I want.

Finally, I decided to stop at this moment and let those beautiful things stay in the distant old days.

Finally, I decided not to linger, cut off all the back roads, and say "take care" to you here, only wishing the ends of the earth would be fine.

Women who touch words are extremely excited and sometimes unhappy. Like me, when I am unhappy, I turn it into black and white and leave it to myself and others. As a result, I often stand at the turning point of the old and new times, looking at the long shadow behind me and starting to feel sad.

I want to wave a hand, and then stand quietly, without saying a word, just like a willow by the lake, listening to the running water behind me, giving myself more silent time.

I met a fleeting old friend on the Internet last night and had a chat with her. She told me that she hadn't written for a long time, not because she didn't want to, but because she lacked the feeling of writing. She felt lost, really nothing. She said that now she won't read books online as before, and those words that used to be important in the spiritual world have disappeared bit by bit. ...

I said, "maybe, no, it should be soon, and I will be like you." ...

"No, you won't, because you can't go emotionally." She answered me almost certainly. Maybe after being together for a long time, she can see through something she can't see. She knows that I am as sensitive and sentimental as she is, and I will be addicted to everything-even a dead leaf and a ray of sunset.

I'm a little surprised at my decision. Is that me? I am not a woman who makes decisions easily. Once I make a decision, I won't look back. This is true in life and at work, especially for people or things I love.

I think of a scene in the movie "20 12": people crowded together, because the sun rose in the sky again, so bright and clear, everyone's eyes were shining with tears. ...

How I wish I could smile so brightly and walk so gracefully now.

So, goodbye, old times.

A good friend asked me in his reply: "Xue, will you forget us?" Everything here is not so easy to erase ... "

In fact, memories do not need to be erased, and many things do not need to be forgotten. Since it happened, let it exist. Most people in this world can't help but speak insincerely. If they look down and understand, it will be a world with light winds and light clouds.

I cherish my present life, which is simple and stable. I live a beautiful, happy and fulfilling life in Shanghai.

I will still miss it in my heart, and I will still miss it very much, but nostalgia doesn't always mean addiction.

So, goodbye, old times.