, the sun was shining on the campus in a leisurely way. It was quiet and serene. The sunlight passed through branches and mottled lights and fell on the floor of the cement and shook in the breeze. The breeze and birds swept past me and inadvertently recalled the buried memories. The kapok tree, silent memory resident, wet eyes, trembling long silent heart. To make this beautiful covered with a layer of black, hurriedly turned away, and you are hit, fall into your arms. If you say, no, how can you meet; if you say, there is a chance, why is it full of sadnessThis wasnot adecisionthat Itook lightly. .

In his contemplation, it was trapped in the time and space tunnel of memory, picking up the pieces of the past, with tears in her eyes, and piecing together the once beautiful stories. Someone said to me: let the past let it pass. Living in the past, the only pain of oneself, is also not responsible for the present. Zhang Xiaoxian said well in "thank you for leaving me": the more you want to forget, the more you forget, since you can't forget, don't forget to let the time solve everything. In front of the past, people always appear to be particularly vulnerable and even humble in front of their loved ones. Remember Eileen Chang once said: seeing him, she became very low, low, down into the dust, but she was happy, out of the dust. Such a kind of love, let a person very tired, but also willing, is happy. After countless sleepless nights, hate you heartless, angry you refuse, anger you leave, a night of loneliness and loneliness, confused at a loss. What we said, the scene we were together, the scene in front of the scene, the tears of happiness. I should hate you, and I should thank you. Because of you, I have these beautiful memories, and I have an unforgettable love. Eileen Chang said: -- and you always know the right thing to heart, hand, and son is a most sad poem...... Life and death and parting are all great events, which are not governed by us. How small and small we are than the forces of the outside world. But we have to say, 'I'll always be with you, and we don't leave all the time. It seems like we have done it by ourselves. Hold your hand, and grow old, but good wishes of people in love is wishful thinking! Most of the time, in the face of reality and love, more people succumb to reality, give up have made a solemn pledge of love love, this love, in reality, how cannot withstand a single blow. I did not blame you, did not hate you, because know, understand your helplessness, understand your heart. You leave, and I have no regrets. Thank you, I once remembered you, there was a trace of you.