In the middle of the night, when I was feeling sleepy, I suddenly heard the wind blowing loudly outside the house, howling incessantly, and the door moving and the window making noise, which was quite scary. I woke up immediately, and in the haziness, I suspected that I was in the middle of winter. After I woke up, I listened carefully and realized that there was a tornado raging on the ground outside the house. gusts of strong wind, carrying a whistling sound, flying freely according to the music. Listening to this posture, it has the potential to roll up the yellow sand all over the sky and fly into the sky. Slightly tilted, the rain accompanied the wind, and the heavy rain knocked on the window lattice forcefully, making a crackling rhythm. The strong wind and heavy rain seemed particularly sudden in the quiet midnight. People who had not slept well fell into insomnia again.
Tossing and turning, staying awake for a long time, I habitually put on headphones and used music to relieve my irritable mood. Long Meizi’s song "Fish Tears in the Heart of the Sea" fell into my heart inadvertently and shocked me. Layers of waves, melancholy music roiling in the sea of ????mind, a paragraph of text drifted through my mind while my thoughts were flying: one, two, and three flying flowers, falling and falling, leaving only scars on the ground; one, two, and three sighs, echoing in the night sky, only filling the belly. Melancholy; one drop, two drops, or three drops of clear tears fall down the sea of ??my heart, only to make my heart full of sorrow.
The mountains are far away, the road is far away, the mountains and rivers are far away, the road is far away, we have passed through thousands of rivers and mountains, across gullies and quagmire, and met the world of mortals; my heart is misty, the clouds are misty, my heart is misty, my dreams are floating, flying through the sky thousands of miles away, Crossing the mountains and ridges, I dreamed of crossing the sea. After many years, I finally understood: In fact, the reason why butterflies cannot fly across the sea is not due to the reincarnation of fate, but due to the lack of persistence and waiting.
I always feel that many words are between saying and not saying; many things are between doing and not doing; many roads are between walking and not walking; many feelings are between Between letting go and not letting go; many people are between seeing and not seeing... On the journey of life, we are always entangled and hesitant. In fact, if we choose one road, we are destined to miss the scenery of the other road. , but in the end we can only appreciate the scenery of one road. Therefore, standing at the crossroads of life, we must choose carefully, and do not regret the choice!
The world is noisy and chaotic. I like to watch the prosperity of the world through a window glass, from flowers blooming to withering, from spring and summer to autumn and winter, letting the seasons intertwine and reincarnate, letting the time slip away quietly, I just want to have a peaceful heart and stay calmly In the depths of the long and vicissitudes of time, enjoy the rolling clouds, listen to the whisper of drizzle, watch the morning glow and sunset, smell the fragrance of flowers, stick to the corner of your heart, let the green silk turn into white hair, let the wrinkles cover the face, be silent and happy, unselfish Get older.
Time is like water, flowing slowly; years are long and go by in a hurry. How many beautiful and fragrant stories have long been scattered in the noisy world of mortals; how many affectionate attachments have long been hidden in the depths of the vast and elegant clouds. The most beautiful moments, before we have time to reflect carefully, have been buried in the dust of the years and annihilated at the end of the corridor of time.
On a starless and moonless night, the window of longing quietly opens. Looking at the past across a long distance of time and space, gently pushing open the skylight of memory, bypassing the time tunnel shrouded in clouds and smoke, under a stream of light. In the poetry of the shadow, pick up the faint lingering fragrance of the plain time, savor it carefully, slowly collect it, quietly organize it, carefully collect the fragrant and elegant agarwood of the years, rub it into your arms, blend it into your heart, and carve it into the most warm lingering feeling in your heart. The pleasant scenery accompanies me through the ordinary years.
Be simple and walk lightly in the corridor of time. Time, like water, flows quietly in every ordinary day and night. Inadvertently, a touch of gentle warmth filled the walls of his heart, and a golden fragrance bloomed bit by bit, and the warm breath filled his eyebrows and heart. Gently lift a strand of playful hair in front of your forehead, looking back, you can see the fragrance of lotus flowers in June, flowing in the direction of the breeze, and the fragrance is astounding. The pond full of lotus flowers sings and dances with the gentle breeze, dancing drunkenly with their youthful beauty. Deep in the lotus rhyme, fragrance overflows, and the secret fragrance surges.
Close the window and don’t hear what’s going on outside the window, let it be scorching with the sun, and stay quiet; let it be bustling and noisy, stay quiet. With a mobile phone and a headset, let your body and mind be immersed in the high-pitched and low notes, feeling sad and like melancholy; let your soul roam in the patchwork rhythm, floating and wandering. Since you can't help yourself, just be calm and peaceful, let your heart return to silence, float freely in the melody, and release all kinds of melancholy.
It is said that spring nights welcome rain, and this midsummer rain should be even more pleasant. When we were immersed in the class, thin and soft raindrops quietly drifted outside the window. After class, I walked out of the classroom and realized it was raining. Quietly bathe under the drizzle of silky sky, the coolness penetrates into the skin, and bursts of comfort spread throughout the body and mind. The summer rain is cool and refreshing, and it penetrates the heart. Just like some people around me, although we don't interact much with each other, they have the same temperament as myself. Just like this soft and gentle rain, it silently warms the lonely heart.
Time is like water, always speechless; years are long, quiet and beautiful as before. Leaning on the lintel of time, looking back at the warmth of the past, embracing a touch of warm sunshine, the tranquility remains; pick a branch of tranquility and beauty, and smile. Let the vicissitudes of the world go by without being stained with desolation; let the changes in personnel remain as light as a breeze. The wind moves and dances with the breeze; the clouds drift and roll with the clouds; the flowers bloom and enjoy the colorful colors; the leaves fly and the leaves dance. I just want to throw all the unhappiness out of my mind, fill my heart with warmth, stay quietly in a corner of the world, and spend the quiet and beautiful time.
Walk quietly along the water of time, admiring the dancing shadows on the water. The warm scenes in the depths of time are like shooting stars swaying, enriching the background of life.
A thought rises quietly in the heart, curling up in various shapes; a warmth slowly lingers in the sea of ????heart, and the fragrance is dense; a love slowly lingers in the heart, and is meaningful in the heart. In life, there are always some people and things that are eternally warm and dependent on life, and are lifelong obsessions that will never be forgotten.
Time passes by, and countless beautiful memories, no matter how long ago they are, will be quietly stored in the plain paper of time and create fragrance. Leaning on the window of memory, quietly reading through the first bits and pieces, wisps of warmth flow into the heart like streams of warmth, and traces of longing and tenderness fill the window of the heart, filled with a lifetime of nostalgia.
Sitting lightly in the most beautiful lines of poetry, picking up the fragrant memories, searching for the tender past, the most tender you, coming on the subway of time, filling the heart The window of my missing heart. Although all the memories have been hidden in that wet rainy season, the strings of longing can travel through the years, watch across thousands of rivers and mountains, and sound the deepest longing in the heart.
In June, nestled in the hometown of love, a collection of the most pure and melodious poems is freehand, and a collection of the most warm and unforgettable pictures deep in the memory. Gently collect, slowly organize, and engrave the story of life. The warmest mark, every time I think of it, my heart will melt, my thoughts will linger, the corners of my lips will rise, and it will shine brightly.
I hope that time will be quiet and you and I will be as warm as before, so that we can live up to this grand invitation to meet and get to know each other, and live up to this beautiful and warm time.