It means I don't want to wake up from my dream. The true feelings in my dream are forever, and the years are easy to lose. I don't care for myself!
This is an essay:
I walked into autumn unconsciously, but my heart didn't want to grow up. The season was still colorful, but I was silent in the corner. Want to live a simple life, live high is a pure color, free with the wind. A person loves himself quietly and stupidly, and doesn't want to burn tears into anxiety. On the road of love, I am a selfish one.
There are always so many intersections and grievances to choose, only loneliness is complete, and you can listen to your heart from left to right. Deep in my heart, I regard longing as a narcissistic flower. The warmth of the sunny city wants to color the soul and peel off those impetuous evasions, while those frozen past events have already slept peacefully. I can't pry it open anymore, and I can't wake up. No matter how difficult it is, I will always trudge, and whether the flowers on the other side can be made into a positive result does not matter.
flowers bloom and fall, and the years touch the twilight. Maybe it doesn't matter if you look down on your life. I am not a god, a simple and ordinary woman, just like a touch of childish, jumping and vivid notes in this green, three thousand stupid and stupid, and the geometry of flowers will eventually sink. Looking forward to spring in the morning, there are tears on the ground.
the still water is deep and the flowers bloom soundlessly. Whose eyes are the waves of time playing tricks on? Remove the flashy edges and corners, and throw the scribbled thoughts into the wind. People say "Love is meaningful", but I say it's like dream a dream. The soul floats and rises half-way, and the dream wakes up with nothing, tearing the heart into a mess. I actually look at flowers in the fog and pretend that the clouds are light and the wind is light.
the fragrance of flowers is not as good as aging, but it makes me drunk. Sometimes, loneliness is a kind of bitterness, but I gulp it down abruptly. In the hot sweetness and mellowness, the aftertaste is full of drunken dreams. Love some sad music, is the love of the bones. That kind of loneliness, vaguely in the deep heart, is gently provoked, so that music can kiss cool thin quietly. Loneliness is like wine, and when it is strong, the heart will be anxious and hot.
Look at the scenery, put the worries in your eyes in the flowing wind, turn over the pages, and carve the stories in your heart into immortal poems, which are lofty and gloomy. How many people and things have spent in the cold, and occasionally there are three or three people and memories, such as flowers and leaves falling all over the floor. Tears when you read it, and ink when you sing it.
Life is a practice, with many experiences. Naturally, I understand some earthly things and despise the so-called loneliness. How can the mind and mood be free from distractions? The mountain is still that mountain, and the water is still clear and blue. Times have changed, only people who have come in the years, and the silence of the boudoir adds to the hairpin. Few, put down three thousand messy. Life used to be so simple. When you are free, loneliness is a kind of refreshment, and it is a shallow sweetness when you drink slowly. Happiness is very simple, not how much you have, but how little you care about! Needless to say, happiness comes from treatment and relief after struggle.
The warm wind blows the willows along the embankment, picking plums and drinking slowly. How many things have been flashy in my life, and I have paid a golden bottle for a spring outing. In a comfortable afternoon, enjoy the peace and peace given by time. At this moment, the wind has passed without trace, and it is soft and fragrant, and the flowers are speechless and warm. The end of time, the world of mortals and I are illusions in dreams, never real. But now the mood that has settled down, my thoughts are blown up, and if I can, I will go straight to the dream bridge.
I will look silly at my happy appearance now and smile into a wisp of fragrance. When you face life bravely, complaining words become redundant. Listen to a qingping music and dance a drunken spring breeze. Lazy and leisurely mood drifted away with the music. Caring for the long, fragrant at the fingertips, when life is the most mediocre, it is hysterical madness. Memories instantly become the past.
All along, I've been waiting for someone who fits my soul, writing and singing. Occasionally type two lines of small poems with me, occasionally dance with me lightly, and occasionally bask in the sunshine together. Let me be my little woman again.
Buddha said: Do what is predestined friends with someone who is predestined friends! You can't live for more than a hundred years. If you can't embrace me forever, I will only borrow your journey to be hot, your tenderness is like water, and my dreams are thousands of miles away. .........