What? What never goes far? Composition.

Time flies, you haven't gone far to appreciate prose.

There is a plant in the world that blooms twice a year, once in the bleak late autumn and once in the lush early summer. It is an unknown bisexual flower. Simple years, two generations in full bloom, I wonder if the flowering period is too short or too long? If you are given a chance to bloom, what is the way you want to bloom and what is the time you want to have? If sadness can also become a river, then all lonely and clear memories will become unknown. -inscription

one

The early autumn morning is a little cold, and the cool breeze blows on my face, bringing a fragrant osmanthus fragrance, sweet taste and a bit of intoxicating fragrance. It's been falling. A few leaves contain the breath of early autumn, which makes people think. Autumn is a season of reminiscence and sadness. Our emotions always fluctuate with the cycle of the seasons, and we can't live a life with a heart like a flower, a bright future and a calm mind.

In my spare time, I will put a cup of fragrant tea, play a piano song as tactfully as cotton, take autumn wind as pen and ink, and memories as manuscript paper, so as to make myself feel simple and write a beautiful green field of strange mulberries. Glazed glass will rot, just like foam, which is the sadness I left behind, the stories I wrote, and the thoughts I wrote. It can be seen that there are too many regrets, too many desolations and too many nostalgia in my story, so I can't write the ending.

There is always someone in my heart, no matter how far I have gone, but when I look back, it turns out that you are still there and have never gone far. You are a warm string, warm in my heart, I am a blooming core, blooming and spreading for you. It is pure and warm, does not need to be doped with impurities, and can go through life hand in hand. But time has separated the little wishes, separated you from the horizon, and separated me from the cape. You can't see me, and I can't see you, so I can only pronounce taboo names.

two

When you were young, did you like someone, but the word like kept dragging on. Time has broken this dream, but the years are biennial flowers. You wither, I bloom, you leave, I wait, you don't come, I'm not old. When you know what you think, you say we can try. My heart dances like a butterfly and is as sweet as a little girl who ate honey. When I know everything, I choose to leave silently.

When you were young, did you have a tender but profound love? It's not that the breakup broke up this sincere feeling, it's not that I was too young and too short-lived, it's not that I didn't understand at all, and I didn't mean to hurt it. Who held hands at the beginning? Either you are not old, or we don't know how to grasp it. When we meet again, you ask, "How are you?" Who was hurt by those polite and strange words?

It turns out that many things change inadvertently. Have you changed, have I changed, or have my feelings changed? We are so far away and so close, but we can't break the sand behind strangers. We forget it or we can't forgive it. The reunion of each other is a blessing from heaven, or an endless love-hate entanglement. Your figure is drifting away, and my eyes are full of tears. Maybe I was wrong.

three

If, at the beginning, my departure was a mistake, please tell me the truth. Is it wrong or right? Is it my self-love or your duplicity? You can't forget the past. I never walked into your heart. I'm just a shadow of your past. You take my love for granted, which is dispensable. Why would my leaving hurt you? Who should solve this mystery?

If I can forget everything, when we meet again, I won't burst into tears because of your "How are you?" When I look at your floating back, I still can't forget it. I choose to stay where I am. Every story has regrets, just like you and me. Behind the regret, you need to solve this mystery, which is surprise, forgiveness and desolation. Then, I will write the answer at the end.

How many people in your life make you unforgettable, and who reminds you of the feeling of cracking? I'm determined not to give up, but I always say goodbye. I had to go far, love to the depths, only pain, so I chose to leave. But when I got through this, I realized that the man was always there and never went far. When the truth behind the story was revealed, I regretted that I had made a mistake in leaving.

Postscript: when I was young, there was a person in my heart and a sweet love, but I loved the wrong time and place ... which caused the separation. For this love, some people choose to insist, others choose to leave, no one is right or wrong, but time does not allow you, but you have each other in your hearts. Regardless of separation and separation, some feelings can only be hidden in the heart and read the beautiful and taboo name of the other party. When many years passed and we met again, nothing changed. We were always there and never went far. Time has separated you, but your's heart has not separated from each other. It takes a lot of persistence and waiting to meet the destiny takes a hand. Time flies, cherish what you have now, because this feeling is really hard to get. Love has no logic. If you love it, you love it. If you can't forget it, you can't forget it. This is love.