I will never forget you.

I have never forgotten you in my memory, and the troubles of the world are interspersed in our lives. There are studies, careers, friendship, love and affection, and countless feelings haunt our hearts. Look at you. You never forget my memory.

I have never forgotten my memory of you. In the first memory of 1, I am just a vague shadow in your dream, smiling brightly, with bright eyes like water and green temples like clouds, silently following the primitive tribe to chase after rich aquatic plants, leaving only an empty and boundless dream, sublimated into a totem of romantic love and belief, and worshipped alone. At that time, the world was clear and the mood was simple, and neither you nor I knew each other.

In the morning of a sudden storm, the world first appeared, the rites and music were conquered, the darkness of caves and the ripples of painted pottery were carved on bronze wares, which showed a cold and tenacious light after the burning of flames and the divination of Oracle bones. And I, in your endless imagination, slowly bloomed into a real flower on the other side, with delicate pink petals, but I always missed it.

Wan Li's autumn night is here, and in the grief and indignation of Chu Ci, whoever thanks Mr. Wang will celebrate with the whole world. Tears remain in the world, and the six countries hate each other. The dark night before dawn finally can't bear your loneliness in white. So, you began to think carefully about how to outline my clear outline on the thick bamboo slips. Helpless, when you put pen to paper, you only feel ignorant and at a loss.

Finally, when the Qin Dynasty was cold, the level was solid. When the heroic spirit of generations of generals washed away the loneliness of inaction, you left a little ink on the gorgeous and exquisite silks. That is the moss I wrapped in your soul dream, mixed with more and more clear thoughts of each other, which is longer than the tiles in Changle Weiyang, just to draw the peerless face hidden behind the pipa.

The world is divided into three parts, the Jin Dynasty is in war, the regime changes, and ethnic disputes. In the thick fog of history, the rain hit the banana, and who let the string break and the flower fall on the shoulder? How can it be as confusing as a cavity of acacia? It's my water-cut eyes and the paper that comes out with my heartbeat. I am ashamed to look at you, but I always catch a glimpse of your symmetrical face and secretly rejoice. It turns out that you are also the perfection in my vision.

On that quiet afternoon, I saw the begonia and peach blossoms intertwined outside your window, with endless infatuation. Occasionally, a few pink petals float lightly on the rice paper and inkstone of your case. I know you will finish your last imagination in the fragrant tang style Song Yun-hang down your eyebrows, smile, calm down and be quiet.

Finally, in the Yuan Qu of Yi Yi Ya, in the story of amazement, your slender fingers gently brushed my beautiful face again, leaving me in the world of April, with a faint profusion and a faint blank, with a thin and sad atmosphere of ancient style. At this time, heaven and earth are empty, and the world is nothing. Only you who are close at hand are my love in previous lives and my attachment in this life.

It turns out that we are destined to meet. Your light blue stubble and tired figure are just to capture my light and shadow in a distant legend, and then nurture it in a thousand years of reincarnation until I wake up. And all this touching of sketching is the pure white you left me in your heart after vicissitudes of life, and no one can walk in and touch it.

There is love in heaven, and the Millennium is just a flick of a finger.

On this special day, we can finally get a glimpse of countless imaginations-but I shed tears, the night was silent and the candlelight trembled slightly. How did you wait, copy, endure and comfort with a pious heart before waiting for my bright smile today?

Forgive my weakness, I really love your loneliness in shallow singing, your loneliness in infatuation, your endless indifference in suffering, and my love for you.

The wind blows through the flowers, and the wind thinks that the flowers are fickle, but I don't know that the flowers are reserved for the wind-just look at my flowers on the other side, thinking of you all the time in the blue picture, and willing to sway and fall in the spring breeze.

I'm right here with you, okay? I will accompany you to see the lush mountains, the second blooming of wading hibiscus, the blue sky swept by floating clouds and the sunset in the mountains.

Should I be by your side like this? Call colorful morning glow for you with morning dew, cool the heat of the sun with light rain, decorate the desolation of sandbars with stamens, and warm the loneliness of the night with infatuation.

Maybe, one day I will turn yellow. The title page will be a thing of the past, and you will fall in love with the world of mortals. Perhaps, in the next millennium, you will sketch another dust-free perfection for your instantaneous heart again, but I hope that today, at this moment, I am the ultimate destination and eternal only in your heart.

In an instant, it is eternity.

Long-term love looks like a memory, and short-term love looks like an infinite pole. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him.

Maybe, if we didn't know each other at the beginning, you know how strong my love is. In the thousand years of waiting, I refused to put on any enchanting face, and only used this gesture you gave me to interpret my endless fleeting time. Silent night, red candle with tears, I have too many beautiful dreams related to you, all of which have turned into fleeting meteors in the horizon.

Do you know, in your sleep, how I struggled in fantasy, wandering in legend, just to hold your warm and true hand and get a peaceful and happy night? Although, I also know that this night is so short, I have not seen enough of your sleeping face, and I will rush to the road thousands of miles away under the urging of dawn.

Send me away, thousands of miles away, never need to talk.

Just let it be, I don't expect to be entangled, I would like to be a landscape on your wall, with real and moving tears flowing in the smoke-like loneliness. And I also believe that there is love in the heart and there is no wasteland in the world. I am the soul you have described for thousands of years, and you will wander wonderfully between reality and illusion because you feel the temperature of my tears.

My heart is engraved on the Sansheng stone, and my thoughts are immortal. I will wait for you in the candlelight on the other side-even if one day, the faint blue flame will warm into a crimson sky and let my fragrant soul drift away in the night wind, I still believe that you will give birth to my charming face in the next Millennium, because I know that I am your favorite.

Therefore, I will always smile so brightly, waiting for you, this life, the afterlife.

I have never forgotten that you are alive in your memory. Between pitch and pitch, the winding water flows, thinking it is a past tense.

As we grow older, we always lose something and gain something. Gains and losses are common things in the world, neither too heavy nor too heavy. If people's life trajectory is 100%, I can only reach 17%. In just 17 years, I tasted all the gains and losses and lost myself in an instant.

I lost my father when I was ten years old. He taught me poetry and cultivated my manners. I died before I became an adult ... Later, I met my first Chinese teacher in high school. At first, I didn't appreciate him very much. Until that day, he told the story of "Yang Zhi selling knives" on the podium. His words and deeds were like my father's voice, and he told me this story again. My father told me this story when I was ten years old, and it was also the last story he told me in his life ... He said to me with a bamboo stick, "I am a treasure knife, cutting iron like mud, and the blade does not curl." He also waved a bamboo stick and looked different and intoxicated. Many years later, the Chinese teacher mentioned this matter and brought me back to the past in an instant. Perhaps this is the gain and loss.

When I was eleven, I met a boy who surprised me for years. Some people may find it ridiculous. At the age of eleven, they are already great. I used to regard him as a rare belief in my life. Just because of his kindness, he taught me to grow up and hone in suffering. Later, he was no longer my belief, and I no longer believed in him. I'm just disappointed, that's all Yes, after all, I lost the faith I once believed in. But fortunately, I still have a dream, and I am still determined to go to it and chase it. In the five years that I believed in him, I was pushed into the abyss by him.

I also have light, but because of my faith, I gathered light and gained pride. Rolling in the abyss has lost my lonely and brave self. I began to be afraid, afraid of losing.

At the age of fifteen, I am still struggling in the dark abyss. In order to find an exit, I almost exhausted all the light, eager to escape from this world and rush out of the darkness. Coincidentally, I met another person with similar temperament. I trusted that hot and clean boy very much, in the abyss of endless darkness.

At the age of seventeen, I rushed out of the maze and saw the light again. There is little light left in me, and all the glory that once belonged to me has disappeared. I don't want to, and I can't. Looking back, there was no one behind. At this moment, I am like a cripple, falling into the secular world and being abandoned by the secular world.

In just 17 years, I won glory and lost friends. Once lost, I don't know the way, and then I don't know what to do.

Later, I broke through the secular dust, dusted myself off and watched myself being left behind in time.

Fortunately, I found myself in an unpredictable abyss. Li Qiang's favorite is this sentence: "Looking back, it was just a false alarm." Yes, the past is like a dream, and the depths of prosperity are naturally silent.

I am a castle peak, I don't return to my hometown, and I laugh crazy. Advance and retreat gain and loss, but in an instant, although I fell into the dust, I still cleaned myself. Later, on second thought, although I lost, I didn't lose my gains.

What you lose, you will gain. I am also a person who has tasted the joy of failure. At the beginning, my lonely and brave self, combined with my glory, became my salvation and saved me from the ups and downs of the world.

I will continue to lose in the future, but now I have underestimated the gains and losses. Although I am still afraid of losing, I am no longer afraid of losing anyone.