I used to think that leaving is leaving someone you don't love. One day, when I grow up, I understand that there is a kind of parting, that is, leaving the person you love, and there is a kind of parting, that is, wiping away tears and not looking back. Hiding in a certain moment, missing the palm print for a while, hiding somewhere, missing a person standing on the road, let me care. We said goodbye in a hurry and went to our distant places. No words, no tears, only eternal thoughts and blessings, ringing in each other's hearts. People meet and leave all their lives. Passers-by who pass by you every day meet for the first time and say goodbye. Maybe they will meet again one day, but no one can recognize who is back. When we leave, we don't have lingering tears. We wave our blessings. Look at the oblique moon passing through the ancient pagoda and sprinkling its cold light on the east bank of Linghe River.
The most painful thing is not parting, but after parting, memories are still tightly entangled. All parting is a sad sentence, but people hope that parting is not a period, but a dash, pointing to a warm tomorrow with a smile. I used to think that I was the kind of person who dared to love and hate. It was so cool that I found out after falling in love with him that I couldn't let go. In this world, there has never been a pen that can outline similar scenery, just as there has never been a language that can describe the feelings of love and hate.
The only trace of consciousness left in my heart is simple and inseparable. Although my mind is warm, I can't explain the parting heart, that fragility, that time, is a gift of time. Since we have accepted the joy of experience, we should welcome the sad tune. How warm the thoughts are, how deep the sadness is, and how far the lovesickness is. I walked into strange platforms again and again, and waved goodbye to familiar figures again and again. Does that station have too many ideas? I have always imagined that platform, always looking forward to it in the wind, expecting us to stop and wave, laugh and cry secretly every time. Sometimes, the platform is really like a ruthless sword, separated by the reunion and sadness of missing on the wind tip. Fortunately, tears always fall in the sad season.
Sometimes I am sad not because of what I have done, but because I can't do anything; Sometimes I am at a loss not because I have no choice, but because I find that I have too many choices. Sometimes I laugh loudly, not because I am extremely happy, but because I can't cry. Sometimes I look at WeChat and QQ and don't want to talk, only to find that no one can talk. Running water is gone forever, but why do people always miss the past when they are sad and depressed? Maybe it's because we are all too ordinary to stand the day-to-day cooking of ordinary life. I think, how many people stood at the parting table and spoke bold words. In the end, it happened that who needed to rely on memories to make a living, turned out the yellowed youth photo album again and again and stroked it.
I once had a little dream, and I suddenly forgot him without saying a word. Now he deliberately makes me vaguely remember, making me forget step by step, remembering as much as possible, and pulling a little dream into a long dream in Wan Li. I am willing to do that. Once I think about it, I can see it again. Does prolonged memory increase pain or decrease pain? I don't know. But the farther I go from them, the more afraid I am that I will never remember them again.
When I was a child, loneliness meant having no friends. When you grow up, loneliness is-more lonely than having no friends. Sometimes I wonder, if we really love a group of people, can we endure that one day, we may lose them? Parting is also a part of life. But can you really put it down? We really love a group of people, aren't we afraid that they will leave us? In the meantime, I wonder if this will happen. If we don't love anyone, can we continue to live? This is what I call loneliness. I've been like this for twenty years.
Why do we tolerate parting more spiritually than physically? Although we can make a firm farewell move, we don't have the courage to say it. On the eve of migration or separation, friends still look as indifferent as before, but their hands are tighter than usual, secretly planning another more passionate meeting tomorrow. In fact, everyone knows very well that this is just a poor disguise. In order to escape the pain of saying goodbye, they firmly believe that it is only a matter of time before we meet again.
All the encounters are caused by karma, which was not there at first, and then returned to nothing. If we didn't meet and be moved, how could it be like the sadness of life and death at this time? How can you sit and watch the sea of clouds without paying? Like a black-and-white movie, it gradually becomes clear and then disappears. Looking back, I couldn't help shaking the ash and was swept away by the breeze.
Every day, we hope to be full of happy sparks, burning to illuminate our uncertain road. Regrettably, every day, colorful meeting banquets are filled with tears of love and parting, and the moment of deduction is the end of time, just to cover up our remaining pride with a smile.
Yang son whispered:
Life is a sad fairy tale. Everyone who has seen it has left regrets to some extent. When we finish reading it, we will understand a truth, that is, in the real world.
Fate rules everything.
It's not painful to give up someone who loves you very much, because we are probably destined for this person, but it's painful to give up someone you love very much, because it's very likely that we fell in love with this person, but it's most painful to fall in love with someone who doesn't love you, because it's very likely that we have nothing to do with this person. If it is a predestined relationship, time and space are not distances. If not, even together, we can't understand.