There are you along the way

The road in memory can never be completed, sometimes winding, sometimes long and distant. Like an erasered handwriting, it appears itself in the blur. A journey through the heart, half a life's footprint.

Some people, walking and walking, disperse, only when recalling certain things, or time periods, and think of certain people, and some people think of some things because of a person.

When I was a child, I had a lot of playmates, playing and playing together, and I could hide from my parents to go to a distant place to pick flowers and fold willows, and I could also share my favorite stories.

In high school, the people around me have changed a few stubbles. People's personality and hobbies are highlighted, "people are divided into groups, things are clustered", and naturally they will be separated from students who do not fit in.

With the days of ignorance, we gradually grew up, and at an age of seemingly non-understanding, some students began to pass on "notes", which of course could not hide from those who were mischievous and more interested in pursuing secrets than in reviewing homework. There is envy, and there is jealousy.

At that time, there was also a boy who made me feel good, he had good grades, especially good at drawing, and a picture of a lady made many people marvel.

When I graduated, he asked me to go to a field with me to develop, but when he didn't react at that time, he didn't know whether he could do it or not, and he was silent. Then it didn't work. After the reaction, it was very sad.

Time continues, people's experiences continue to accumulate, the trajectory of life is differentiated by personality, and fate scatters us in all corners of life. Because of the needs of life and survival, passively or actively strengthen a variety of people. Thus, constant collisions arise, where one cannot open one's own heart, where one's own soul is scarred.

Life is like this, while looking forward to maturity, while afraid of aging, while being hurt, while forgetting.

Later, the boy also came to me, although it was many years later. There are still irrepressible surprises, and the once-promised agreement has finally been settled. He wanted to have a successful image in front of me.

I remained silent, and I knew that this time it was not ignorance, but that I finally knew that from the very beginning we lacked the passion to run to each other without hesitation. Life is like this, it is precisely the perfection we are seeking, and let life be imperfect.

Life goes on and on and on and In the front that is still unclear today, it will soon pass by with the light of time, or deep or shallow, flowing through our memories, the big waves and sand, who are you accompanying? Who's going to accompany me?