Maybe I haven't reached the age to look back at the past, but half a step is often seen. Can not let go of the past, because it is unforgettable, or because it has shortcomings. But life is alive, how can everything be fulfilled. It is said that it is man-made, but it is always inevitable that natural disasters and human chaos and external forces are intertwined. Life always has to go on, it's not a dog-blooded idol drama, life can't tolerate you being romantic and complaining. But no matter how realistic it is, you must leave a beautiful bottom line for your heart, a quiet and pure paradise. The introduction to architecture class is the beginning of the relationship. Building a house is your dream, and it has also become my goal at that time, the driving force to move forward for love. Even though it will shatter halfway, it will not turn into powder in the end, just wait for a certain moment, you will pick it up, and I will reshape it for you. Maybe it's for you on the surface, but it's actually to untie my knotted heart. Even if there are traces, I finally let go.
A girl will enjoy the beauty of being cared for because of her youthful frivolity, and like all girls of the same age, she will admire another public lover like a star chaser-even if that person may be a bastard in his bones-and despise the ordinary person beside him. The guardian is also very happy. I always thought that some things will always belong to me, and there is no need to explain it, but at the last moment, it still confirmed the famous line of Xing Ye: I don't know how to cherish it until I lose it. Fortunately, the boy's cruel words were just words, and he still couldn't let go. There is a kind of involvement that will always exist, that is, the emotions that you give yourself, and it is unforgettable if you can't accompany you. The more wrong it is, the more it can't be thrown away, and it is deeply branded into the bottom of my heart. But even with all kinds of ruthlessness and unwillingness, in the end they just turned into just friends. After the turbulent sound, it was still light. It's just that the trajectory of you and me in my heart has begun to have a new context. Looking ahead, always moving forward.
Time is the axis, the arrow points forward and plunges straight into the future. The space is a parallel line, concentrated and juxtaposed, perhaps in a trance still yesterday. Time continues, space stays for a while, the beauty and pain, warmth and regret, self-esteem and humbleness, pride and vanity left in the green years, we cannot recreate it, but we still happily cherish it.
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