The first snow of the year has fallen everywhere else. Look at the face of the moon. Is it secretly changing?

I just saw a sentence: "What does the name matter? A rose is not called a rose, but it still has the same fragrance."

The rose is not called a rose, but it still has the same fragrance.

They are just pronouns, what is the difference in essence?

Natsume's Book of Friends, Natsume's Book of Friends, Natsume's Book of Friends.

As expected, I like gentle people the most.

Glassy Sky... Unravel...

I'm really, really too busy.

I really want to smell the aroma of black beans dried in front of my childhood home again, and eat the sweet potatoes burned into black shells in the earthen stove again.

The only sour orange tree that tastes very sweet and the big green jujubes that bear a lot of grains support the saplings with countless tiny white flowers on their own.

I really want to go to the large orange grove in the backyard to pick half-ripe oranges in the summer. The wheels for making a homemade cart are perfect.

I really want to follow the adults to the backyard to pick oranges in autumn. They pick them by hand on the tree, and we catch them in baskets under the tree.

I really miss the thick-skinned King Orange, and the frozen oranges that hang on the trees and freeze in the winter.

I really want to see the adults digging sweet potatoes, and I really want to see the adults carrying bundles of red sugar cane while walking on the country roads and chatting.

I miss that so much when I was a child, when I could be satisfied easily.

Catch butterflies and bees, and walk through the fields of rapeseed flowers that are not as tall as the rapeseed flowers.

The buzzing of bees, the whistle of wild wheat. The fragrance of lotus leaves, the sweetness of lotus seeds, the clearness of the lake, and the transparency of the sky.

Chickens crow and dogs dance, and the noise is extraordinary.

I think this is probably because I miss home.

I'm not a home-loving person because I got used to it when I was very young.

The older I get, the less homesick I become, and I become indifferent as a habit.

Suddenly a song came to mind. The lyrics and title were very vague, but I knew that song was my favorite at the beginning.

I remembered the lyrics!

“If someone comes to this city, someone is destined to leave.”

I actually forgot this song, time is really not a thing...

My beloved "Singing of Loneliness".

And her "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon"!

The memories are wonderful, and the current situation is not bad either. Just live each day peacefully and make it worth it when you think about it in the future.

Don't have any regrets, love when you want to, and it's not a loss if you love until you can't love at all.

If you want to bloom like a blazing flame, you should have lived your twenties so wantonly!

Busy around when you feel happy, indulge yourself when you feel tired, listen to what others say and make your own decisions.

If you don’t want to have too many emotions, just drink a glass of red wine and watch a movie. On weekend nights, turn off your phone and sit comfortably on the sofa.

If you like it, you like it; if you don't like it, you don't like it.

After so long and after so many things, I still seem to like you the most.

I like you just because I like you. It has nothing to do with whether you like me or not, and it has nothing to do with whether you are happy or not.

Like is a very beautiful word. It should not be bound by thoughts, nor should it be suppressed in the heart.

The world is so big, I really like you the most.

Desire can blind people's eyes and even their hearts.

I didn't think about it as it happened. Although the notes were recorded casually, the records were all true words.

The first snow of the year has fallen everywhere else. When can I watch it with the person I like?

Don’t have extravagant hopes but look forward to it. (Isn’t this sentence contradictory???)
Chapter completed!