Maybe Qiong Yao started it. Those gentle and emotional words always wander freely at the age of sixteen or seventeen. The hero and heroine in the novel are always doomed, they can't embrace each other when they fall in love, and then suffer together, live and die. In the end, there will be a fixed ending, that is, two people walk into the marriage hall hand in hand, and what touches us most is the plot of suffering, which often makes us burst into tears. At this time, there is a vague concept in our world: understandable love.

And with the passage of time, this awareness is constantly strengthening. And the beautiful love in our hearts is often pinned on someone, and some of them are expressed, so they accidentally go astray. But more is buried in my heart silently. It will be buried for many years and become a precious film and television material that I will never forget.

At this time, we are blind. We began to think that "he" in our hearts is a perfect chess piece, without any flaws, and anything about "he" is very important to us. We care about his every move and smile. We thought it was a lifetime. We thought we could look at "him" like this all our lives. And "if you are so relaxed all your life, it will not be cheap." My sister's words echoed in my ears.

At this time, we are also simple, as simple as the horizon. I think protecting him means loving him, and being with him all my life means loving him, which is my whole world. Actually, it's not. True love should be "meeting in rivers and lakes". Meeting in the vast sea of people is always a kind of fate, and the fate in the sky is not necessarily good. All we long for is a youthful dream. Youth has passed, suddenly looking back, I feel very naive.

At this time, we are even more vulnerable, just like the sunset in winter. Even if we are trying to radiate light and heat, it is just in vain. In a limited range, what we see and know is limited, really very limited. Sometimes, just a little thing can ruin our so-called "good love". Once the vows of eternal love turned into a smile, and everything was a beautiful misunderstanding with a flick of a finger, but the misunderstanding was too deep to extricate itself.

When you are old, in retrospect, the corners of your mouth will rise unconsciously, and ripples will appear in your heart, sweeping your face green and lingering in your heart for a long time.

Love in the eyes of teenagers, forever geometry? When you wake up from your dream, the sun goes down. If you cross the river, you must cross it yourself. At this moment, I'm not over yet. I've joined hands, believing and getting old.

The next day: Xue Yurong