Never forget the past, never fear the future

"Look at this skylight finally swallowed the sea and rose, breaking through the clouds, just like our parting or growing, long predestined. There is no way back, only keep moving forward."

01.

I always thought that the best thing in life is to meet, but then I realized that it is actually to meet again.

The people who always thought they would see each other again, once separated, may never see each other again, and eventually, we walk in the years of sinking, each in a hurry.

If fate is still there, we can still meet, when we meet again, is the endless words, or a few words of warmth will be hastily separated, or, we sit opposite each other, but do not know what to say, and where to start.

No matter what, we are still us, just not the same as we were before.

The best thing about this is that you can find a whole lot of youngsters between us.

When inadvertently, because of a moment of touch, open the valve of memory, again back to that long-ago memory layer, open the mouth to mention, but the dusty face.

The fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time, and they've been in the business a long time.

I couldn't help but send her a message to find out the detailed history of the story, and so we gradually talked after not seeing each other for a long time.

It started with her love story and ended with reminiscing about our youthful years. I said I was going to dream about going back to middle school tonight, and she said she might as well, so we went to sleep soundly after saying good night to each other.

The truth is, that night's dream did not have that year's starlight, the autumn breeze gradually, the evening breeze slowly, and even the dream did not have each of us at that time.

Indeed, you can't go back, after all, even a big dream of the youthful frivolity of that time has become a luxury.

Just like the words of Taichi in the "big lucky art", we were always crazy, romantic, and clear existence at that time.

The corners of our mouths can't help but lift upward when we mention that we were simple and clean at that time. But unknowingly, when we happen to remember the old days, it turns out that our hurried years can only be interpreted with memories.

02.

I forgot when the social software that symbolized our age stopped alerting us of new messages from time to time.

The visitors in the space, sometimes a few months only one or two people, everything seems to have stood still, just like the names that stay in the group but also only exist in the list of friends.

The people who left, the past years, so slowly be covered with a thick layer of dust.

The fact is that you will be able to get a lot more than just a couple of years of experience in the field.

I looked at the extraordinarily beautiful her in front of me and sighed, a few pleasantries, we no longer have the natural conversation of the past, there is nothing to say, so I chose to wave goodbye.

We have all changed a lot, the chance to meet a little strange, do not know what, is true, but then we are from the heart of the excitement and joy is also true.

Perhaps we are always changing, and growing, and can not go back to the old days, but it can not be denied that in the depths of our memories, the purest age of the people and things are quietly stored in the bottom of our hearts.

Perhaps on a hot summer afternoon, in the thoughts of the gods, when the youth and the sun meet again in the memory of the association of the mezzanine. The spring in the grid can not return, but we have never forgotten that spring.

03.

How long has it been since you contacted your old friend?

The person who walked with you through the years of your youth, how many are still with you today?

Perhaps we are in a hurry to go forward, too late to look back, but we will always remember that the youthful and beautiful years, and the original innocent and beautiful us!

Although the past has passed, we will never forget it.

The future, although the future, we will not be afraid of the slightest.

May each of us, we can not forget the past, and not be afraid of the future. Long-hearted and brave, confident and firm.

"Road No. 3 still grows without end, the shade of the sycamore still has flourishing branches and leaves. The human blazing sun is just right, the wind over the top of the forest, they were young at that time."

Although I am not the original picturesque eyebrows, you are not the original white boy. But we will always be the best we are.