I saw a bird fly away in the moonlight. So, I began to miss my childhood in the moonlight. Tears spread. Reminds me of the sea in my body. Walking in the depths of nature every day, the falling snow in the wilderness floats quietly and gracefully in winter; The wild flowers in spring dyed the stream head by the ditch red; The white clouds in the sky are silent, but carefree; There are colorful wild birds hidden in the grass and happy little fish in the ditch.
Time has quietly changed us, erasing the bright color of memory, but not the thickness of emotion. Sometimes I feel like crying. I just feel that in my chest, it seems that there is only a dark green cloud passing by, and the thick clouds make my fragile body overwhelmed. My crying is pouring tons of rain from the clouds to call back the sunshine, openness and light.
The heart is a lonely hunter. A lonely stone filled the whole sky. Loneliness permeates every corner. Just like that hand-washed skirt. Hand-washed clothes smell of soap. White cotton underwear and sheets that have been dried in the scorching sun are like soaking in a bucket of hot water if you put your face in. All the pores on my face moved slightly, and breathing its warmth made me intoxicated.
I like yellow wintersweet after snow, and I also like silent candy on summer nights. Usually lonely people sometimes smell the smell of their fingers, which records all the details they have done and felt: tobacco, alcohol, sweat, spilled ink, keyboard ... the cold and hot time contrasts between their fingers, and they watch the time pass by. Although our years passed quickly, it was wonderful after all. That long summer day, bright and beautiful, followed by a string of sparkling pearl necklaces. All life is as rich and sweet as peaches.
Every flower has loved, every tree has been pregnant, every river has sung songs, and every cloud has written poems in the sky. Darkness always gives people half fear and half safety. People feel fear outside the darkness, but feel safe inside the darkness. The world has disappeared, and I will love you in heaven. If you leave, I will love you with tears. If I leave, I will love you in the distance. If your heart dies, I will love you all my life.
When the sun falls into the ancient well, I will know the gentleness of darkness. When I really miss you, I know that loving you is the most painful thing in my heart. But sadly, in real life, it often disappoints you and makes you cry. Your favorite often won't choose you; What loves you most is often not your favorite; And the longest, it happened that it was not you who loved you the most, but the person who appeared at the most appropriate time.
I often follow some poems or scattered chapters in the rain by the warm light of the corner of the table, get carried away and fall into the hazy artistic conception of the ancients. Many times, I didn't know that the scenery had stayed in my time. After a long journey, they fell asleep on the simple grass. Only when they were provoked at some point, one of them came back to life. They keep waking up and vacillating. It is dotted with small or big events. Sometimes, the smell of that moment, the weather and the occasional sound are vivid, just like the rich and moist ink on rice paper. You can see them stirring in time. So the yearning began to spread.
The so-called treasure is not to cherish the best, but not to cherish. The true meaning of cherishing lies in taking care of yourself. It is precisely because of imperfection that we need to cherish it. Only by cherishing can ordinary days, ordinary people and ordinary feelings last forever and become precious. We never leave, because we love deeply, because life is as beautiful as flowers, love is as touching as sunshine, because truth is as strong as a rock, and conscience is as vigorous as wild flowers; We never give up. When we have to let go, it's just the end of fate. A person, many irreversible changes, can be summed up in this way.