You will never forget, it may be a lifetime of pain; People you will never forget may never appear in your life.
Does a clock without hands mean that time can stop here? If time can really stop here, are good memories really eternal? Does a clock without hands mean that we are not responsible for the future? If you really don't have to be responsible for the future, will the unforgettable regret really disappear in your heart?
I was three years old that year, but I still proudly told my parents that when I grew up, I would buy a flock of sheep for my parents. I told my parents very, very seriously: I put a flock of sheep, and my parents followed me with a pot on their backs. I will slaughter sheep for my parents every day. My parents looked at me anxiously, alas! Look old at the age of three! How can such a clever, clever and lovely child have such a low ambition? Parents bowed their heads in disappointment, but finally there was a trace of comfort in disappointment: at least the child was filial and knew that when he grew up, he would slaughter meat for his parents every day!
As time goes by, I grow up day by day, reading more books day by day, and the pressure of work and the burden of life are getting heavier day by day.
I don't know how many breezy mornings, I always fantasize about a sunny south hillside and three bright and spacious big tile houses, which are warm in winter and cool in summer. There is a golden sunflower in front of the door, and the chrysanthemums outside the fence (much more dazzling than those of Tao Yuanming) dance in the cool autumn wind. On the grass outside the door, the fat sheep are basking in the warm autumn sun and grazing comfortably; Under the buttonwood tree in the yard, I read quietly with a book in my hand. In my ear, Jay Chou sang sadly: "A pot of wandering wanderers is hard to get into the throat. After you left, the wine was warm and the memory was light, and the water flowed eastward. How can time be stolen? " Not far away, mom and dad are cooking mutton, and the fragrance is full of the whole mountain-
This warm picture is the softest part of my heart and the most sensitive string in my heart. When work is not going well, life is suffering and interpersonal communication is frustrated, this picture will involuntarily emerge in my mind; When I am tired from work, exhausted physically and mentally, and in the dead of night, this picture can't help but fill my heart and make me burst into tears.
I know there will be no black face of leaders here, no oppression by villains here, no incompetent jealousy here, and no unwarranted suspicion here. But I can't, I can't live such a happy life, because I have to work hard under the pressure of life.
Is it a pity? I always thought it was. I always thought I couldn't live the life I wanted, which was my biggest regret in my life. But if I let time travel through time and space and really give me such a life, will I really feel no regrets? Tao Yuanming gave me the best answer with "going back".
I was nineteen years old that year. When a pure and beautiful love filled the autumn wind on both sides of the Tahe River with white reeds, I gave up easily. I don't want to put my future in that small county in southern Xinjiang. I want to travel. I want to fly. But when I broke my wing and got hurt, when I understood what love was, the person I hurt had gone away, but I couldn't turn back.
I don't know how many afterglow evenings, looking at the bright red clouds on the horizon, fantasizing that he was standing in the afterglow of the sunset with a smile on his back. Don't say, don't ask, there is understanding in each other's eyes. But this picture can only be fixed in my memory forever.
Is it a pity? I always thought it was. I always thought that it was a painful and unforgettable regret not to be with someone I will never forget. However, if we let time travel through time and space and live together in that small county in southern Xinjiang, we will really have no regrets.
The beautiful things in memory are actually imperfect, and the painful regrets in life can actually be forgotten. More importantly, live every day now and don't let today become a regret in the future!