Like a dream. Two thousand twelve.

Two thousand twelve. Leave the place where four years of youth have passed. Where we buried a period of ignorant time. There are too many beauties. There was too much sadness. Four years of wind and sand. Blow away those days of working together. But I can't blow away the feelings of several girls.

Two thousand twelve. I met many people. Forgot a lot of people.

Two thousand twelve. I still have my favorite person on my birthday in September. I still saw the sea in October. The end of the world has passed peacefully. There are still apples on Christmas Eve. New Year's Day is still waiting for zero.

Two thousand twelve. There are too many unexpected things. There are too many tears flowing. Bravely struggled too much. The last heart was really calm.

Two thousand thirteen. It's our new year. Maybe face more questions. Maybe we will encounter more difficulties. Even if you are bruised, you should use a firm heart to be better yourself.

The seaside of Xingcheng five months ago. Drop a wishing bottle. It is full of regret for the past. Expectations for the future.

Five months later, Baisha Bay in Jinzhou. I buried my new wish in the mud by the sea. There is no past that I cannot part with. No pompous future.

I think. I really left. I started a new journey.

On campus. Unknown tree seed. In my hands. The sun shines gently on the lake. Leaves that are not yet yellow. They swayed on the branches and refused to fall. A cool breeze. Shallow reeds. Should I give myself many such warm afternoons.

A new fish tank on the desk. It has a strange appearance. Every day after that. There will be healthy fish here. With my dream. Give me a love.

After several days. Finally, I took up my pen to commemorate a profound period of time. Write it down in disorder. These trivial memories.

"The peaceful sea that summer"

"Until later, we were still looking forward to the world"

First year military training. Jiahui always listens to this song. Every time I heard it later. I will remember that time.

Living in the dormitory for the first time. When washing clothes yourself. The little moon beside me told me. How much washing powder do you need. To what extent is it clean. Maybe you don't remember. But speaking of it. I'm always embarrassed. Later, when we made a scene together. You can always tell jokes that make people laugh. And you engraved in my impression. But always the calm appearance at the beginning. You are like a bowl of water. Always at the last moment. It stirs up a ripple.

The summer of 2008. There are many strangers around

Winter seems to have not passed. A man walked in the street for a long time. Shenyang is still very cold. Or I'm still afraid of the cold.

Once again, I wasted my trust. I have been unwilling to admit the fact that someone told me. Some things will be happier if you don't know and think about them. But I always try to know what I should not know.

Something. If you open it, you will accept it.

You hold me drunk and watch the moon. I can't see it clearly. Obscure but dazzling.

Look at your eyes full of tears.

I can't tell it is love. It's hate. It is indifference. Still indifferent.

Mid Autumn Festival. You feed me moon cakes and grapes. Dry my tears. Clean up the vomit left after I was drunk.

But even so. I don't feel warm.

Whatever the reason. I am always left behind. How to stick to it. We still can't go back.

Long time no see.

Thank you for still paying attention to me.

End of period. Stay up late into the morning. The pressure is great and the mood is bad.

Endless quarrel with rabbits. Because it is so small that it can be almost ignored.

Such temper is spoiled by rabbits.

The days when rabbits are around. I lost the reason for loneliness. I probably said too little a few years ago. I like to quarrel with rabbits when I am free. No matter how noisy I am. The rabbit won't let go of my hand. But hold me tighter each time.

I finally found someone. Release my repressed emotions. Let go of my strong force.

You've seen my worst look. You have endured my worst temper. You know my little weakness. But I will never be left alone.

I am probably so careful that I am ashamed. Will suddenly lose hope in this world.

I don't think I can sleep.

You say? I think we are fine. You say? The baby has me. You say? I want to sleep with you every day.

I said. If I die. You will take me to Tibet.

You say? I want us to go to Tibet hand in hand.

You say? Listen to me clearly. Never mention death to me again.

then.

The ice in my heart. It just melted.

The pixel of touch is really not good. But I prefer this unreal self. As in front of me. You are also unreal.

Good things are near.

No meaningful title.

On the computer desktop. Nalan Rongruo's words. I used it as the title of this blog post.

Keep looking. Zuma. Plants V.S. Zombies. Adolescence meets menopause.

Out of date games. And popular TV dramas. Winter vacation without any plan.

Too lazy to go out. They don't want to stay at home.

Japanese failed. What is expected. No feeling. Just go back to school early.

On campus website. Occasionally seen sharing. Sanmao's audio. Tell about her love with Jose.

Sanmao's voice is very pleasant.

I like to escape more and more. Escape from the cold Shen City. Avoid the hardship of missing you. Evasive