A letter from May 23rd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, This is summer, with warm wind blowing into the bottom of my heart, the noise buried in the heart. I am your past, And you are my future. You have seen many beautiful scenes, and read many of my letters. I remember every shadow of your heart. And get along with yourself for so long, in fact, you should know yourself, you may be ordinary once lost in the crowd, and thus selfdeprecating. But please don't lose sight of yourself. You may be hit right now, but don't let the difficulties bring you down. Not everyone can ride out the storm, but not everyone can be calm. In fact, there is no hard work, life will collapse. Of course, there are many people who speak, but there is also fear of words. You taste the downtown overnight, but also should understand, in the noisy, if silent, that can only be spit on; If you let yourself fall, no one will pity you. The world is fair, not because of your entreaties and more to you shed a sun. Long summer, the truth is tender, I will accompanySelf Yours, YangLang May23,2021