Don't keep scrolling through my social media.
If you like me, just confess to me directly.

I don't initiate contact with you
not because you're unimportant
but because I don't know
whether I am important

Happiness is living an ordinary life with an extraordinary person

Don't waste your bed when sleeping
Don't waste your way when traveling
Don't take advantage of someone you love deeply
Don't neglect your stomach when hungry

At the age of five,
You cried bitterly over your stolen toy,
Not knowing that growing up starts with loss.

In your eighth year, you caught a cicada and thought you had captured the entire summer.

At fifteen,
You knew the world was beautiful,
But you still felt sad,
Because these beauties didn't belong to you.

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In the year of the college entrance exam,
To go to the same school as my class beauty,
I deliberately scored a few points lower.
Later, the class beauty went abroad for study,
And I ended up in an obscure school.

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In the first year of university,
you bent down to pick up a pen,
and from then on, you never understood calculus.

In your twenties, you're focused on finding a partner,
but you don't realize that escaping poverty is the real priority.

The year of graduation, you became the most educated group among the lower class.

At twenty-three,
you go to work in a big city,
it's like an eel swimming into the ocean.
The world is vast,
life is salty.

At twenty-five, you risk everything for love,
but you don't realize that love, compatibility, and being together
are actually three different things.

At thirty, you're still on a business trip elsewhere.
A colleague calls to say the company has gone bankrupt.

At thirty-five,
you smoked, drank strong liquor,
loved people and mistreated dogs.

At forty, people may say you're greasy and vulgar,
but you know it's just the patina polished by time.

At fifty, younger generations have grown tired of your nagging;
they simply don't want to listen to someone unsuccessful guiding their lives.

At the age of seventy,
when my children had a second child,
I helped take care of one after another,
and finally became depressed from exhaustion.

At eighty, in the quiet memories of your ordinary past,
you spend the winter in solitude

Everyone only has this life