Heartbreaking mobile phone photography video

Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. Last winter and spring came again, the sun rose and the moon set, and the days passed in such a hurry.

Breathing the fresh air of 20 18, looking back at the past 20 17, I can't help but feel that the days have passed quietly in the pace of ticking hands, and the ever-changing rhythm is quite overwhelming. In this inch of time, we laughed mercilessly, cried heartily, paid unreservedly, struggled for a thousand times, and gave up quietly and happily. No matter what attitude you take, you will get through it in the end. Time can't bear to rush you, but the last people and things have fallen apart beyond recognition.

Perhaps this is the power of time-inadvertently, it changed everything.

Some time ago, a female fan who claimed to be "Little Fairy" ordered a song "Good Man" for her ex-boyfriend who was also present at the concert in Jay Chou. Facing the camera, she casually said that her ex-boyfriend was "ugly and blind" and asked the photographer to zoom in and show her how beautiful she is now. It was his loss to give up himself.

Even if he has a date and is going to be a husband soon, she still forces a smile, resists the inaudible sob in her voice, and is deliberately strong and natural. At that moment, I also felt sorry for her through the screen. I'm thinking, maybe they got together because they liked Jay Chou, or maybe they agreed to get together at every concert in Jay Chou until Jay Chou quit singing or couldn't walk.

But it ended in a breakup.

We have clearly planned the future life that belongs to you and me, but in a blink of an eye, you are no longer around; I thought I could love like this all the time, but I walked away. The person who once made you look forward to tomorrow infinitely did not appear in your tomorrow.

In the blink of an eye, I forgot the Jianghu.

Today, when I was brushing Weibo, I accidentally saw the news about Leah Dou. She inherited her mother Faye Wong's innate good voice and her father Dou Wei's bohemian personality, and became a maverick singer in the music industry.

This reminds me of her father Dou Wei. Not long ago, he was photographed by paparazzi wearing a simple and low-key coat, riding an electric bicycle, crossing the complicated hutongs in Beijing and eating in a small restaurant. A bowl of beef noodles and a bottle of mineral water are especially "close to the people". Enron's expression makes it difficult to connect him with Dou Wei. Dou Wei once blew his head off, coldly and arrogantly, threatening to live or die for rock and roll. The Bohemian teenager in my memory has become a low-key and cautious uncle.

The passage of time will really make us bury our pride and enthusiasm in the backpack of time, pack it away, pile it in the corner, and let it fall into the past with the dust.

The friend who once told me that he would always be the messenger of his own soul, not the prisoner of time, later went to a public institution, gave up his dream of traveling around China and the world on the way, and lived a fixed life in the unit day by day.

The supporter who said that he would have sex forever instead of a friend who was a secular slave later entered the marriage hall with a "suitable" girl. Although I can't say what I like, I'm used to ordinary days.

This "bad boy" friend, who used to be idle and crazy about online games, later became the father of two children. He is on the way to earn milk powder money for his children all day, only occasionally picking up his mobile phone to watch a favorite ball game and play a game he once liked very much. Although it was hard, he also adapted to the fact that children were all he had.

You see, how many young and frivolous, how many blood boiling, how many bohemians, have smoothed the edges and corners in the passage of time.

It turns out that time can really take away everything, youth, pain, resentment, initial dreams and persistence, so that we can finally face the world calmly.

Tolstoy said: people are constantly changing like rivers, and will not exist with the same face forever. Then all we have to do is choose what we love and love what we choose. In the long river of time, both the submissive and the rebel can only move forward without looking back.

Finally, I sincerely thank those old days that made us grow into the best! ?