I always thought that people and things in those fleeting years would fade away with the passage of time, and would fade away with the passage of time. When the cold wind blows over my skin, the wind and frost will hit again. I know this winter means cold.
I never want to use sad words to render my ink paper, but every time I start writing, I always let the pen tip overflow with sad and lonely words, but I have no intention of writing down sad words. However, the helplessness of life, the cruelty of reality, and the superficial injury of fleeting time are intertwined with nervous thinking, which makes this cold winter even thinner.
I always yearn for a quiet life, an elegant environment, doing what I like and thinking of the people I like. I always feel that there is such a beautiful time that I will always stay at the beginning of the years and the tenderness will always stay in the fleeting time.
Often daydreaming alone, whether those past, gaudy youth years will reappear.
Once, through my worried thinking, I could still see some joy in my eyes, but that fleeting scene was only replaced by sadness. The reality is so helpless and helpless that those beautiful things are optimized into silhouettes in the eyes, farther and farther away from me and more and more strange. In the future, I never dare to imagine, never dare to pray that God can pity me.
The years are long, and the journey of life is a bit at a loss. Where is the warmth of staring at the vast sea of people?
Light red dust, the fragrance of life has never been with me. Once beautiful, once in the mood for love, were crushed by years in this windy and waning moon.
Memories are still so beautiful, even after centuries, they will always be the warmest in my heart. However, there are too many constraints in this world, and the romance of a romantic night is slowly rewritten into wisps of thoughts wrapped in my heart and can never be released.
I once yearned for this snowy winter, watching snowflakes dancing together, warming the wind and frost together, once, crossing the distance of time and space, gently holding the homesickness in my arms and silently recalling the warm and touching scenes.
I often like to think alone, life, true and false, false and false, which side is the real specimen, busy and disturbing reality, so that the original desolate heart lost its initial attachment to the future.
Every night comes, the darkness chews loneliness, making the space extremely cold and panic. Memories float with the body, slowly extend with sadness, caress the pulse on the wrist, and the beating breath supports life. The cold air around the slim body froze the mind. Perhaps, fate is destined to trudge along this lifeline for the rest of my life and slowly enter the final trajectory of time.
The fleeting time is barren, shallow, flashy and worldly, and it will always be a dream.
Love for a long time, a little sad. I have experienced many ups and downs, and I have nothing to lose.
Through every starting point of life, everything is so realistic. When you touch the memories printed in every post, you can also feel the passing heat touching the heartstrings.
Life is a process of waiting for time to grow old. Who can escape fate? Seasonal rotation, the passage of time, will eventually stop in the trajectory of time and space, buried in the sand, waiting for the world to forget you.
Life, not everyone is suffering, that kind of consciousness, that kind of feeling is not everyone can bear.
The so-called happiness and joy were banished to the riverside of the years, turned into fallen leaves and drifted away by me. Every time I try to reach out and catch those leaves, it's just a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, and all I touch is the spread of water lines. Those gently fluttering leaves touched my fingertips and slipped from my fingers, leaving a long circle of ripples on the shore, waiting for the source of happiness and happiness to kiss me again.
Dust all over the ground, shallow sorrow, tired, where to whisper?
During the long journey, I always wanted to be strong, but I was tired. I have been suppressing my nerves and have nowhere to release them.
I have been dreaming the same dream, a lake full of plain flowers, clear water, blue sky and green grass. A woman with plain face is so safe and gentle, stepping on light steps and raising a bright smile. Is the woman in the dream me? If it's really me, I'd rather not wake up in my dream.
Dreams are dreams after all, and now I'm still talking about my shallow worries in the cold night.
The wind, through the window lattice, soaked in the cold in the bones, raised the arc of the corners of the mouth and stopped the tears from overflowing the eyes.
The world of mortals is shallow, like a fleeting time. Those fleeting time dispelled the dust in the world, but they couldn't get rid of the silhouette left by fleeting time.
In this life, I just want to take it lightly, moisten my mood, be comfortable and comfort my soul. I don't want to think about those annoying things in the fleeting time, just let the past go with the wind, that's enough!
-Warm autumn drizzle book 20 13 17 night.