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The happiness of that year

That year, I vaguely remember that your smile was like the gentle sunshine, dazzling and charming. In the year of the memory, you nestled quietly beside me, hearing the wind blowing over my ears, I talked about my promise to you in detail, and you, smiling happily, slept in my arms in such a hurry, blurring those happy memories, don’t keep tired and drunk, then open the photo album that stores our beautiful moments, look at your lovely appearance, and feel pity and endless love. I have been together for more than two years, but I have never surprised you, let alone other boys who know romance, but suddenly feel guilty to you, but you have never complained, always say in front of friends: I am the love of your life looks at you, we laugh at each other. In fact, you and I both know that love is a simple love for each other. I can’t imagine how you took up my arm that year. I can’t imagine that the most beautiful and beautiful you chose me. Is it my sincerity? Is it my honesty? Or my true feelings? Until now, I still don’t understand why how many boys have been asked to look back and stop at you, will be put into my warm embrace. Sometimes, when I think about it carefully, I feel that everything is so incredible. I can’t help asking you what it is, but when I see your intoxicating smile, I still retreat. To be honest, I am a boy who is not good at talking, but can use words to pin all emotions. In my memory, writing poems for you feels like an unforgettable happiness and satisfaction. Occasionally, you will buy a small gift for you. At that moment, you always say that I spend money indiscriminately, but when you look happy, full of happiness, I am still extremely happy to leave you for some time. Every day, I will think of all kinds of fine smiles and gentle words when I am in the dead of night, I can’t hold back the ripples in my heart, pick up my pen, and use words to place my endless thoughts on you. Now, walking in a strange city still reminds us of the scene of walking under the moon. Facing the complicated and bustling market, look up and look up, and let the unrelieved feelings hang in the vast night sky, slowly, searching for your beautiful image in the torrent of memory, I got up to find the remaining fragments in my heart and looked out of the window. The falling raindrops knocked on the hazy glass, splashed with waves of water, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, with the damp cool wind, I went into the warm hut and pushed the window. I stretched out my hand to accept the foreign angels, but I broke them in my palm and ran away from the fingers. At that moment, I had to fold them up helplessly, looking up at the hazy world outside the window, the September of Xiamen is still beautiful, intoxicating dark fragrance and clear night sky. At this moment, are you also sitting quietly, thinking of the dribs and drabs we used to have, and whether we are also in the midnight full of moonlight, unable to sleep after Remembering: The autumn night is cool, the fragrance is in the dream, and the thoughts in the heart are lost, stirring the strings of emotion, disturbing the quiet heart text/shallow grass wind chimes (QQ:773437641)

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