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Wandering in the sadness of memory

Walking on the familiar road, I smell the smell of newly blooming flowers. An inexplicable freshness flies in my heart, fragrant the boring mood of the whole summer. Ahead is the two row of infinite green trees, like the essence of life flowing in the eyes. I envy Green's vigorous vitality and always follow its direction. However, I have been unable to catch up with it and have been lost.

Under the boundless blue sky, my eyes are full of melancholy blue. The deep sea on the side of the road seems to be covered with a thick layer of melancholy. It seems to be illiquid water, which is my confusion and sadness. Many times, at the foot of my dream, I let the breeze be my wings, so that I have the opportunity to place my mind in a distant place. I want to be an angel without sad color and only happy color. At night, I once realized such a wish, but the disappointment after waking up is far more than the happiness in my dream. At that time, I was sad, and the green leaves in front of me trembled and sad.

In the process of growing up, I have suffered such blows countless times, but I still childishly think this is the first time and don't want to face it bravely. Therefore, the sadness rippling in the memory never disdains to say goodbye. It is like an unreasonable barbarian. As long as I am a little careless, it will intervene to evacuate the fog of the past and expose the sadness in front of me.

I still remember once querying the family number of the mobile phone number. The first number that jumped into my eyes was the person who had disappeared for four years. I can't imagine that the name that has faded for four years has frozen my enthusiasm like yesterday's ice, allowing his figure to knock on the door of the past again and again. Opening the door is another pain that can't be locked. The bitter water of memory is overwhelming at the bottom of my heart, annihilating the dam that is not yet solid. Tears have been lost, a vent is difficult to stop, even if you are strong, you can't afford the torture of loss.

When you open the door of the past, pain is like a cracked wound, and memory is like salt water in the sea. Every time you recall, the wound hurts. Sometimes the pain is unbearable. Just grab a large handful of salt and sprinkle it on the wound, so that the pain can spread together. With too much salt, the pain of the wound becomes numb, and people can't feel the existence of pain. Facts have proved that people don't feel pain when they feel numb.

Whenever I can't let go of my sorrow and resentment at the bottom of my heart, I like to stand at the crossroads of life and try to find the once warm fragments. However, I get nothing except tears forced by the naive smile in the photo album. I finally understand that the figure left in the photo is not to show my existence, but to be remembered in the future. Yes, there are some people who have come to my world, but time will flow away, and the joys, sorrows and joys of the past will be taken away together. Everything about them has nothing to do with me. For the nostalgic me, their backs still make me cry. And I still remember with sour tears.

Once upon a time, I forced myself to forget the past. When I just wanted to forget, the dust that had fallen floated on the water and polluted a lake. Is this the pain of growth or the inevitable suffering? Maybe it's irresistible melancholy, because my heart can't let go. Sometimes, although I walk alone on the busy street corner and hope to empty my mind, it's a pity that I can't escape the bottom of my heart in the end.

People, living in memories, is originally a negative attitude, but people always can't completely put aside memories, just like a broken mirror, can never get rid of cracks. Perhaps, at these times, you should learn to focus on the image in front of the mirror, and don't let any eyes fall on the gap of the mirror. Although the past is sad, there are some sadness that can't come back, which is echoing the present happiness.

Or learn to look down on the world, and the pain of tears will no longer be bitter. When sadness strikes again, you may realize that your original heart has sadly matured.