Forgetting is an unchangeable fate. Everything feels like a misaligned blueprint; the past cannot be reclaimed, so life extends slowly, diverging bit by bit. Perhaps what has gone astray is truly something we should let go of.
In the retreating silhouette of old friends, reflecting in the waters amid the yellow flowers, we quietly swallow the vicissitudes of life. Let the brush unfold a scroll of springs and autumns, carve a tree of jade blossoms, hold a bundle of warm sunlight, cross the misty blue smoke, plant the fragrance and brightness in the heart, embrace the charming summer风情, and arrive at the land of dreams.
Friendship is not like time. Time silently cuts through our years, but friendship is like the tide of people beside us—going and coming again and again. We never know who the next person will be as the crowd surges towards our side.
Friendship is a tree; only when watered with understanding can it flourish with lush leaves and branches. Friendship is a ship; only when steered with trust can it break through waves and move forward.