The years are quiet and the sunshine is still there. In this bustling world, there will always be the loneliness of fishing alone in the cold river. Looking back on last season, the young swallows were whispering and the flowers were bright. Meandering by the lake with the person I met, walking across the small bridge and flowing water, watching the new buds turning green. On the picturesque background of white pear blossoms and green willow leaves, step on the tiny sunshine, and make a promise.
The world is blurred. Wandering in the sea of ??smoke, we often lose ourselves. The lingering fireworks of the world choke us and we dare not breathe freely. The youthful singing has gone through vicissitudes of life, and the pure dream of the past has long since faded away, leaving only desolation. Walking lonely and wandering in the world of mortals on the road, the bags on my shoulders are filled with memories of the past, but my heart feels even more empty. If possible, I would like to exchange some memories to feed the loneliness, and pawn some days to nourish the feelings.
Some people say that falling in love with a city is because someone you like lives in the city. In fact, not necessarily. Maybe it’s just a vivid scenery in the city, maybe it’s just a childhood memory. Maybe, just because of this city. Just like loving someone, sometimes there is no need for any reason, no antecedents, nothing to do with romance, if you love, you just love.
Everyone comes to this world as a passer-by. Some people meet them by chance and forget about them; some people pass by them and must look back. All encounters and looking back are fate. When you fall in love with a certain figure or lust after a certain look, it means that you are already in a relationship. It's just that the relationship is shallow and deep, and no one can grasp it. There is no reason to gather and disperse, so there is no need to force them to stay.
Stay in a quietly guarded corner, watch a few spring scenes, and wait for a few new moons to become full. Staying is just a moment, turning around is the end of the world. Joys and sorrows, separation and separation, ebb and flow, ebb and flow, the stream of light will never take care of anyone affectionately. After knowing how to cherish fate, we still more or less rub shoulders with some people and gradually lose our possessions. It's not that we don't know how to cherish it, it's that some fates are destined to last long or short, and what we can't hold on to will eventually be the moment of youth.
Under the sunset, there is always concern about looking up; when looking at the sunset, why do I feel so confused? The willow silk is like hair, and the ripples are like flowers. We gathered together in our youthful years, but in a blink of an eye we were far apart. If life is just like the first time we met, why make a promise? The words hidden in my heart have not yet been expressed. Can you take off all your prosperity and look back for a moment? If possible, I would just be a lost lotus, guarding the lonely years, guarding someone returning home at the ferry of reincarnation, watching the sunset and haze.
The promises made back then were all lies told to youth. No matter how gentle and light the beginning, in the end, it ends with a careless ending. After walking many roads, meeting many people, and experiencing many things, I finally discovered that sometimes shortcomings are also a kind of beauty. Don't expect so much, don't ask so many whys, just treat every road as a deserted path, everyone as a passer-by, and every memory as a past.
Look at the marks carved on the face by the years, this is the price of maturity, Liu Guang will never bargain with you. Decorate the flowers that are deeply planted in my heart in my memories, and feel that I have not even a moment of leisure. Quietly wait for a Zen heart, looking for a lazy afternoon, drink a cup of tea until it is tasteless; listen to a song until it has no rhyme; read a book without words; love a person until it is tasteless Unintentionally.
Please close your eyes and let the night wind dress you up; put your hands together and listen to the falling flowers playing the piano for you. Time such as water, always silent. your happiness is the sun in my world.