The blossoming waves in my heart are precious memories in my heart, and there will always be some unforgettable showers.
In the depths of my memory, there is such a girl who always comforts me when I am frustrated and accompanies me when I am sad; Share with me when you are happy, and encourage me when you are frustrated. We have always been inseparable and close.
That beauty has witnessed us step by step into the hall of friendship from meeting to knowing each other, from knowing each other to knowing each other. At sunrise, we join hands to sigh the magnificent mountains and rivers and nature of the motherland. As the sun sets, we praise this infinitely beautiful scenery side by side and regret the majestic mountains and rivers of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night", and we talk about our ideals together; Speak your mind together; Listen to nature together; Talk about the past and discuss the present together; Learn and progress together. We used to be parents' birthday gifts, idiots. We used to work hard secretly for the failure of the exam, and we used to struggle silently for the realization of our ideals. Our past is infinitely beautiful, but it's all over. . . .
Streams trickled through, dandelions took off, and flying seeds drifted to foreign countries. She left too. Our agreement, our memory and our past will all be forgotten. The waves in my heart can only surge unscrupulously, arousing my endless thoughts and wishes for her. Now we are so far apart that we can't even say a minimum greeting. Our busy study, inner loneliness, and the pressure of going to school ... all made us gradually move away from each other, and finally found time to summon up courage to dial the phone. All that came was a cold beep, leaving me alone in my own abyss.
Remember the wind chimes we hung together? It has swayed melancholy many times in the quiet night. A "late" farewell letter, a farewell letter from you, I have been afraid to touch, for fear that they will hurt my seemingly strong but extremely fragile soul, for fear that they will stir up so many waves in my heart. You said that our feelings are connected and will never be broken, but I deeply realized that the "connected feelings" are too fragile and monotonous and must be connected with beads. Only when the beads are connected together is it really perfect, understand?
That spray in my heart, I will always take good care of you, and one day you will be integrated with the boundless heart, and I am looking forward to …
Distant friends, I really miss you. "How are you recently?" Looking forward to "Lian Zhu", looking forward to the waves in the heart sea really going deep into the heart sea.