On the phone, C was crying and I didn't know how to comfort her. I kept saying that such precious feelings should be cherished, if we could make it to the end, how beautiful it would be. But ultimately, reality strikes too hard, and when two families intervene in a relationship, it's no longer simple. Graduation hasn't even arrived yet, but friends around me are already encountering bottlenecks in their relationships.
Perhaps when life is filled with the trivialities of daily living, even the most beautiful initial feelings may face separation. But if both parties cannot make efforts to compromise, persist, and walk together to the end, then all that remains is mutual respect. I don't want to judge whether C's mother is too pragmatic, but as a mother, I know she must hope for her daughter's happiness. So after C accepted this heartless breakup, all I can say is that time will bring us closer to real life. Who knows what two years will do to us? Will we still hold onto our original beautiful imaginations?
Every love has its unique temperature. Some feelings will become faint and small. Regardless of whether it ends in dramatic change or eventual separation, because there was once someone special, our hearts become fuller, the scenery more beautiful. And deep down, there will always be a place reserved for each other.
This kind of feeling is deeper than friendship, longer-lasting than romantic love, and more comfortable than marriage. It stands firm in each of our lives, unforgettable.
I hear C's cries, and I understand her pain, a pain others might not comprehend. But what can I say? Even my own experiences have passed, and life continues on its normal track.
Pain and tears are part of life, and they only make us grow stronger and braver for the future.
Sometimes I wonder, where is my true self? Who can see the sincerity in my heart?
A long time without seeing someone might be better than meeting them again. Now, I live my life as it should be. I don't know what the future holds, but I know I must focus on the present.
There are no new stories, no one beside me pretending not to feel lonely. Occasionally, I talk to myself in a poetic tone, wondering if you'll suddenly appear in a street corner café.
When asked about the past three years, I can't help but wonder how I've made it through. Luckily, I've met a group of precious friends along the way.
I used to often think about the direction and lifestyle I wanted for my life. Now, I rarely think about it. Life is full of uncertainties, so what else can we do but live in the moment?
Some things remain unfinished, despite our best efforts. Some completed tasks yield no results. Some people disappear without a trace, while others haunt us endlessly. Some beauty is gone forever, some darkness impossible to escape. Disappointment lingers, hope deceives, but life goes on regardless.
Perhaps each of us has someone we don't deliberately remember, yet never forget.
Even if we don't think about them often, their presence reminds us of who we once were. Of our youthful dreams.
Our innocence is now a distant memory. We're growing older, though sometimes we still pretend otherwise, even acting mature and transcendent. Deep down, I still believe and expect that there is such a thing as love in this world.
I think those who have been part of our lives, whether people or events, have influenced us in some way. We may feel small, but in truth, we are all grown-ups now.
Two people together don't need to be inseparable; compatibility and trust are enough. Giving each other appropriate space, having security without oppression, is sufficient.
In life, people come and go. Each stage brings important people into our lives, but not every encounter needs to become a grand story.
Things don't always have to end in finality. Perhaps we won't end up with the person we like the most, but our future days can still be happy. I believe that as long as we maintain an honest and sincere heart, we won't disappoint the person who spends their life with us.
Though we keep in close contact, we haven't seen each other in a while. Only then do we realize how rare each gathering is. Friendships don't last forever, and we shouldn't assume unlimited time to enjoy each other's company. So after this, we agreed to meet regularly since we aren't far apart. This is part of life.
We know we must leave the ivory tower and enter the workplace, starting another chapter of our lives.
Life has become a back-and-forth between work and home. The effort to smile bravely is something only we ourselves understand. Tiredness piles up, but courage and determination tell us to persevere.
We may be shaped by life to become more realistic. Beyond fantasies, life is more about the trivialities of daily living. But I know we will always keep a pure corner in our hearts.
Truly, I feel both sorrow and joy watching my friends grow and mature.
Eating and drinking together, being teased by friends, shedding tears but still laughing carelessly. Life is beautiful, and I deeply believe this. I habitually comfort my friends, telling them: "Don't overthink it, everything will get better." I move forward in this direction, always believing that at some point, someone will come into my life to offer me a safe harbor.
I keep telling myself: We must face the sun, live proudly.
A little lonely, a little painful, a little defiant, a little lost, a little in need of comfort.
This may be our past, or perhaps our present.
Life carries us away, never returning to the same starting point.
Not conforming, not compromising, not longing excessively, not rushing. These words I like don't quite fit with who I am. I admit I haven't become any more mature.
Mixed emotions. Happy to see myself growing, able to perceive growth; sad to realize how much I've missed.
In occasional moments of confusion, I recall my past life.
How did nearly three years pass so quickly?
Without thought. Without worry.
Many people tell me, if possible, they'd like to relive life from junior high to the end of high school. The reason is simple: they find their past actions naive and irreparable, willing to redo them. But these are just fantasies. Those imaginings exist in our hearts, comforting us at the time.
In our past years, we saw the beauty and persistence of youth, forgetting that time waits for no one. It passes by us quickly and rushes ahead.
We became immersed in fairy tales, depending on their beauty, forgetting that our real lives are the truth.
Still,
I often think of you, remembering your words.
Recalling your smiling face, wondering if you remember the promises made in our youth.
I'm not good at forgetting, but I pretend to remember nothing.
After witnessing various strange phenomena, I learn to discern what's real and what's illusion. Truly, in this world, time is the most precious, and eyes can be the most deceptive.
After youth, nothing as beautiful will ever appear again.
The world is a noisy garden. We all live here.
Nowhere else to go.
God, please forgive me for wanting too much. I know You've always been patient with me. I remain grateful and constantly reflect on the mistakes I've made and the wrong paths I've taken, striving to repent. I believe my life should always be lived with gratitude, loving others, forgiving others, and moving forward bravely. Love never ends.
I'm thinking of someone, but not the one I love. It's the one I've wronged. Someone I can never repay.
When we meet again, we'll discuss love.
By then, I may no longer love you, and you may no longer be who you were.
You didn't see my best self. I don't fully understand your sacrifices. Perhaps this is the most beautiful distance.
Reality isn't too harsh, and I can still catch glimpses of sunlight through the clouds.
We're all ordinary people, capable of happiness and sadness, disappointment and excitement, tears and smiles, insignificance and greatness, loneliness and sociability, confusion and thoughtfulness. Remember that everything will eventually be rewarded. After enduring hardships, looking back, I realize that what once seemed unbearable is now trivial. Growth has taught me to handle heavy matters lightly and, more importantly, to let go of past grievances.
I firmly believe that one day, someone will carefully read every word I write, then enter my life and never leave.
Watching those students in uniforms fills me with joy.
Seeing them wait outside stores for food feels familiar.
Seeing boys smile as they pat girls' heads creates a beautiful scene.
Seeing them gather in groups, young faces full of vitality, makes me realize those times belong to you.
Thinking of Nini, Xiaodai, and the children who still enjoy such a beautiful era,
I hope they cherish life, the present, and their current era.
Sunlight falls into their smiling eyes. The whole world becomes clear and sweet. In a deeply moved state, I feel a clarity I haven't encountered in a long time.
Every day, I hoped to grow up overnight. Now, I've grown up, but not into the person I once dreamed of...
Time swiftly buries everything.
If I could wish again, how I wish I could return to the past in a single night.
Still unable to find peace.
Still wanting to know so much, even as I deny it inside. Even as I tell myself fortune-telling is fake, I still want to know so much.
Even if no one forgives my inner thoughts, this should be a new beginning.
Yes, it must be a new start, even if my inner turmoil hasn't been forgiven.
The future may never give us the answers we seek.
But we continue to tirelessly pursue the so-called truth.
2011 should be better, right?
The reason is the many unavoidable speculations. Life itself is a huge secret. If we don't speculate, we can't live...
People who strive to live deserve praise. All years become invaluable because of love and dreams, tightly held in our hands. All hardships and difficulties, when calm returns, can be spoken of lightly.
Constantly pondering what the future holds, knowing it seems distant yet unable to stop yearning. If next year still brings journeys and struggles, remember the countless beautiful scenes along the way.
Be someone with dreams, loved by others, with things to do, and something to look forward to.
January 24th
Original article:喷码机|喷码机维修|喷码机出租|板材喷码机|广东喷码机|建材喷码机|江苏喷码机|喷码机公司|生产日期喷码机：www.gdpenmaji.com
Related thematic articles: Super Secret Recording Site - Zhang Jie and a certain aunt perform a Cinderella fairy tale - Guangdong喷码机
[Old Article] ICU Stories - Jiangsu喷码机