2018-08-29 11:35:44
Every time I look back, I hide in the depths of dreams and seasons. I do not think I can miss them if I do not see them.
Winter nights are often much colder than in the daytime. I remember one afternoon, after the last class, I walked out of the classroom with my classmates. It was already a black country. Faced with such a scene, he could only shake his head helplessly: "the night is coming so fast." However, the students agreed to leave in advance. I walked alone on campus, perhaps because of my instinct to resist the cold. I chose to walk with my head down and listen to the voices of passers-by. A burst of crisp naughty laughter passed into his left ear from time to time, and suddenly he remembered those who had appeared in his old days. Then silently told myself, I no longer have them, and now still alone.
Is it time to settle us, and then confuse us? So many people came and left, and how many times they passed softly.
I admit that I am a nostalgic person, always miss them in a lot of inappropriate times, remembering that they have accompanied me through those long days. Sometimes I can't help laughing at myself. If you miss them so often, maybe some of them don't remember you at all. Some of them just remember to forward a blessing message to you during the holidays. In their hurry, have I been left aside without care? I still remember, but they have long forgotten. If that's the case, then you won't be fair.
Time is merciless.
Memory, perhaps it is time-bound, often can not wait for us to remember it, quietly disappeared in the silent time.
previously, I used to brag about how good my memory was; now, more often than not, I play a role with amnesia. For example, I forgot the dream I had last night. I didn't remember the plot at all. Even if the dream had endless thoughts, I woke up and couldn't find a trace to connect with it. Sometimes memories fade so quickly that there are so many things that it takes a long time to remember them completely. For example, I can't remember many people who said the most sincere and sincere things to each other on the way home from the playground in the classroom. Simple words.
Sometimes, time is so ruthless, it does not care about you at all, even if we want to try to save, even if we want to grasp, those who are cherished by themselves will still leave. There is no lingering nostalgia.
