One hour and eighteen minutes, the boy and the man, the camera is elongated, and finally freezes in the distance.
It turns out that every country has such cascading boulder beaches. In front of them are the salty and wet sea breeze and the tide that rolls against the shore. There are deep and heavy clouds at low pressure in the distance. Children who rush to the sea, they are as clear as the blue sea and blue sky, they stare at the sea without being mixed with other complicated emotions, not like sitting on the beach many years later and wanting to throw away some decadent and sad thoughts, the sea breeze blows on their side. On his face, a gentle and childish daydream is brewing. The first drifting bottle was thrown into the sea at this time, and wandered around with the current. Today I look back on his behalf. Behind every young dream is a pair of lenses that are only used to capture our stupidest and most innocent, silently reserved for us for a lifetime, waiting for which inadvertent rainy day to tell us in a euphemistic way Listen to our own fairy tale, the world is so big, why do they not go anywhere, just stand there, don't approach or disturb.
We all used to be artins. We were wild when we were happy, vented when we were depressed, and stopped when we were tired. Joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys seemed self-willed and hard to understand, but they were actually just easy-to-solve passwords. Send them to parents, and they will be familiar with our tacit understanding. 's dictionary to solve it, and then holding hands, walking towards the years to come.
Later, we were harry, and we became stubborn and silent. We were restless but unable to speak. We began to be relatively silent, and we began to have a long silence on the phone. We started and ended the conversation familiarly, but we all heard the loneliness of our parents, it seemed that The way they express their love is overwhelmed by our deliberate avoidance, and more than ever we want them to look into our hearts and see it clearly. We seem to be cold and hard, but we are more sensitive and fragile than ever. A few words in need of warmth are lovely and let the walls of our hearts fall apart. So in the zoo playground, our camera was aimed at the children who were swinging among their parents, just as it was aimed at us in that year. The picture was dim and the scene was familiar. So Harry looked at artin with envy, not only because he seemed to have gotten more favors, but also because every call he made to his father, every look he looked at him was natural and uncarved. It makes people jealous, but we have these too, but it is not known whether it evolved or degenerated into another way.
After becoming harry, we will continue to grow up, continue to mature, and have more identities, and we will also gaze at other places tenderly. Those days of relying on parents are over, but I admit that I miss it so much , so reluctant to give up, miss the young ones, reluctant to give up the childish self, I know we are all waiting, waiting for one day, we will pull out the thorns belonging to youth, and walk towards them calmly, on a night with thousands of lights, grinning Smirk sat at the dinner table, playing soothing music.
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