But with the arrival of mediocrity day after day, will there be a faint regret in my heart when I look back?

Do you want to have a time machine, go back to her age of 20 and 22, in the cafeteria, in the library, on the main road, walk up, either politely or obscenely or nervously, say: Hello.

At that time, she was wearing a bright long skirt, plain face, Converse white canvas shoes, and with her newly washed wet hair, she rushed to the cafeteria to get food, and she threw countless boys' surprises along the way.

She is beautiful, proud, smart, and will be upset over a word from her roommate, crying loudly about romance dramas, see cute dolls in the toy store unable to walk, and will look forward to receiving roses from boys on a special festival.

She is not so decent, she hasn't learned to smile without any leakage, and she will cover her mouth and keep smirking when she comes to her friends. She wears Converse canvas shoes and likes cheap sandals from Taobao. She doesn't like makeup, and she rushes downstairs in the dormitory in T-shirts and shorts. She sweats and shouts that it's delicious. She will act coquettishly and mess around and is excited about the crazy thoughts that pop up in her mind...

What about you at that time?

I don’t have much money, I wear new sneakers I bought after saving for a long time, ride a cool mountain bike and drive past the crowd, and talk to a group of friends at the food stall, raising political football and girls without hesitation in the face of the beer bottles I handed over. You are so young and so ostentatious, and your mind is full of pretentious imaginations, shouting loudly that the world is ours. Your hairstyle is rustic and not as much hairspray, and you don’t have your first suit yet. You haven’t learned to restrain yourself and endure it and smile politely. When you are unhappy, you just say casually: Go, fuck.

She passed by the playground and saw you playing basketball.

Sweat slid across your red face along the tips of your hair, and you shouted loudly and ran actively, as if you had endless strength on your body.

When you meet, it is not so rational and tolerant, and it is difficult to always understand each other. She is not so delicate and beautiful, and you are far from mature and wise. A fool or an innocent girl is just talking about the oath of dependence on each other forever. You think the world will be arranged according to your imagination. If you don’t understand that what will never change in life is changing all the time. You will quarrel, break up, hurt, walk separately, and leave each other in memories to torture, but my dear, that is your best age.

"Mongo" says, "Where the wind blows, the grass will fall to the other side. When I was young, I thought I was the wind. After being covered in bruises, I realized that we are all grass."

We may not be like grass falling with the wind, but we can only walk forward in a vague way.

Everything is arranged.

When I was young, I always wanted to see all the scenery in the world, and from time to time I had the urge to take risks, and wanted to elope with my beloved girl, and immediately wandered to the ends of the sea.

Now I understand that you can't see through any scenery, and you may not have the long flow of water. You can only measure the boundaries of your life in the seasons of spring flowers, summer, moon, autumn, rain, winter and snow.

It is possible that even the girls will not come, you will just walk alone, either slowly or urgent, or happy or sad.

I often think in a vulgar way, girl in the future, what do you look like? Are you plump, thin, lively or quiet? Do you have playful short hair or long silk like a waterfall? Do you also like those magnificent and wonderful words and indulge in bizarre image stories? Have you also survived the crazy erosion of wolf blood and vulgar success science, and still insisted on being an interesting person with an outrageous love for life?

Whether we meet at the age of 28 or 35, after taking pictures of the dust, the only thing we can be glad that we must have many interesting stories and tell each other about the experiences and experiences on the road. They are moving legends.

They have not met at the best age, but have given each other the richest self.

I don't know if you will come, but I still sang loudly and walked towards you.
Chapter completed!