If you are well, it will be sunny. Some people, once they meet, become lifelong bosom friends. Some people are lovers even if they meet each other day and night. Some people will walk away. Even if I'm not around, I hope everyone is well. Let's share, you are good, it is sunny.
If you are well, it will be sunny. 1 Time is like water, always speechless. If you are well, it will be sunny. When I saw this sentence elsewhere, I hesitated for a long time and felt a kind of warmth and emotion inexplicably. Sometimes a word is worth a thousand words, enough to warm all the desolation and indifference in my heart.
I have always wanted to be a quiet self, protect myself in the deepest part of the world of mortals, and keep the initial bud and joy. Or get stuck in the light and shadow, and look through those vague old dreams. Time is like a still glass of water, which is still deep and can still flow deeply, but a kind of mood has nothing to do with romance, and the water passes away in surprise.
Standing at the crossroads of time, I look back at the beauty and gentleness I have passed. Many people, many things, many once-flowered longings and longings are still flowing slowly in the long river of years, looking back silently. Counting every emotional text, more or less reveals a touch of melancholy and heaviness, as well as an unprovoked melancholy and confusion.
Reach out my hand, and the water color pours out from my fingers like quicksand, like an enchanting and decisive butterfly. No matter how you hold your hands tightly, no matter how hard you try to hold the years that have never been desolate in your life, youth is like a feast of the whole city, with heavy makeup on the scene and a luxurious and low-key ending. Those beautiful green plants are still the deepest and truest sweetness and pain in my heart.
I often receive phone calls or text messages from my friends when I'm not expecting them. Don't need too many words, and don't need too many greetings and hypocrisy. A few faint greetings or blessings can breed countless wonderful and moving people. Listening to the gentle or low voice on the other end of the phone, chatting casually, knowing that the other person is very good, it is enough to smile at each other.
Accustomed to such a day, a person, a cup of tea, watching all the stories and plots end one after another in those light music. I know that all the applause and cheers are nothing more than a romantic nothingness. In the twilight of sunrise and sunset, the flowers bloom silently. I will stay where I am, waiting for the warmest moment in my life, waiting for a pair of hands to hold me happily and gently.
Things are complicated, time is always silent, the so-called obsession may be illusory, and the so-called arrival is just the end. And youth, how like grand fireworks, is fragile and so easy to fade. No matter how beautiful and exquisite it is, it is just a glimpse. How can so many past events floating in the wind be carved like running water?
Looking back a thousand times, I still can't remember the past years. No matter how mean and complicated it is, it will eventually return to truth and dullness. And before you and I lay the groundwork for ourselves and set the direction, thorns and setbacks will surprise us and push us to the point of no return. Just wait for the empty flowers to sigh, desolate and salvage the unfinished memories with the moonlight. Endless, endless world of mortals. Only one trip can change an understanding, and only one trip can change an experience, that's all.
Like quicksand in the palm of your hand, you can't hold that charm and coldness, and you will die if you can't hold your fingertips. I like to say "fireworks can't be cut" silently, and I like this extreme depression. Just a few words, people are full of desolation and loneliness. I am not a person who is good at expressing feelings and thoughts, and I will not pile up words with a lot of paper. I am just bright and sad, clear as water.
There used to be so many sighs, but now there are only half sighs and memories, which accidentally messed up yesterday's eyes. Looking at myself in the mirror, counting every year by my temple, I suddenly realized that time passed silently. In a flash, my heart was tangled and overgrown with weeds. But I finally know, understand, is still a constant existence. It doesn't matter whether you come or not.
Perhaps only words can dispel the biggest confusion and flooding in the heart, or perhaps everything has already been doomed to cause and effect. I let myself drift across the lonely river, and I also let myself cross the rust and have a silent and sharp dialogue in the name of poetry. Dusk is heavy, memories are mottled, and the fragrance is still there.
Life is a one-act play with very similar plots. And I, just in other people's stories, capture my feelings and feel the mixed feelings of others. When that silent memory and support turned into a tiny touch, into the enrichment and enrichment of my heart, the world of mortals rolled on. Who is the spectator and passer-by in whose life?
When we were young, we always liked to pretend to be lofty and mature, and we liked to think of ourselves as the eyes behind the floating life, so as to thoroughly understand everything and look down on all ukiyo-e paintings coldly. But I can't smile, and I can't get any wisdom. Anything trivial and vulgar can easily crush me. To restore life itself, my smallness and humbleness are not worth mentioning. Only the deepest longing and longing in my soul, like the faint light of fireflies, guides me all the way forward.
Life is too shallow, and this river and lake is deep. After the initial vague mark, some people and things are destined to get lost in the running water. Outside the window, it is a time of big flowers, dazzling away. In the window, there is a feeling of loss, standing in the breeze. Pushing open a door called years, many years have finally been gradually stranded. And you are always the light and shadow in the diagonal lattice, wandering on the edge of dreams and reality.
If I can reverse the tranquility behind the nonsense, beat the wrinkles of the years, check the fragments of memory together, and apply a touch of warmth to my fingertips, then the sky in September will definitely become pure and clean. It will definitely make all the thoughts fly in an instant and the seasons go back and forth. If time is locked in lush green, dragging the cold autumn, then there are three thousand weak waters, who will take you to get drunk outside the world of mortals?
In this world, no road is repeated. Just like loneliness, just like memories, just like some days, some people will still become the direction of attention, but the wind has relaxed, and tattoos have left a dark wound, which hurts like yesterday. After all the troubles in Qian Shan, I always believe that some pains can't be erased, some memories can't be erased, and some people can't let go. Even if I sit here and miss you, or one day I leave you, I will take root and sprout in your world with love and hope.
In this life, I only wish you a better life than me, my friend. If you are well, it will be sunny.
If you are well, it will be sunny.
This spring afternoon, the rain is falling one after another, and some springs curl up in the cold and can't move. At this time, if there is sunshine in the sky, the rain will recede, and those springs will flood the air everywhere.
The days went on, without happiness or sadness. Compared with the branches and leaves on the willow branches on the river bank, it is even more gratifying to sprout and stretch in the breeze.
Recently, the news has been heated up, and people like me who have never paid attention to the news are also paying attention. There are different conjectures in my heart: I hope to be hidden under the malicious control of the bad guys, and I can't help guessing the fragments and cruelty of the disintegration of the plane in the air ... but no matter how I guess, I still insist on the reports in those news with a grain of salt. These days, there are always too many distorted news, deceiving the hearts that trust them.
The word security seems to be getting farther and farther away from us. Things that we didn't dare to think about before will now appear frequently in our real life. If something happens that is worth rejoicing, it will surprise us constantly. It's just a pity that there are so many bad news that we have to think about the worst.
In this society, this era, where can there be a real sense of security? Maybe the answer is yes, there is definitely no hesitation or indecision.
However, living in adversity is a blessing, even if it is struggling to live. Just like me at the moment, I am very happy to see other people's bad news. I believe that many people in this world, like me, look at other people's joys and sorrows and can't tell whether they are happy or sad. A lot of things, at the beginning, we will move a little bit, and soon we will regard it as a normal thing. It seems that people are really easy to accept. Many things become numb and indifferent when they are used to it.
This afternoon, it should be as sunny as yesterday, and the wind blowing into the window is as warm as spring. At the moment, I can only choose to close the window to prevent any chilly wind from getting in through the gap. The light that enters the window is gray, and you can't shake the gloomy sky outside the window when you look up or down. But I think I am too idle, so I have more time to pay attention to these scenery.
Turn on the computer and turn off the game I'm almost tired of playing. QQ is silent, but the group is noisy. Music echoes in the ear, but few melodies really enter the brain. Unconsciously, a feeling of standing still lonely in a busy crowd came quietly.
Words, because the owner's laziness is also lazy. These elves could have been transformed into different pictures, but at this moment, I want them to be as simple as possible, as simple as possible and as boring as possible.
Just facing the spring scenery outside the window, I hope the flowers will bloom more vigorously and the sun will shine more brightly. People always yearn for beauty, even though they know how cruel reality is, they still expect more hope than disappointment.
This reminds me of the missing plane again. At this moment, their relatives must be like this, knowing that it is impossible and still expecting a miracle. In this world, if prayer is really useful, I don't think we will be stingy with the kindness left in our hearts. Peace is actually a very difficult thing.
Well, I hope everyone is well. All relatives, all people who care or don't care.
Let this spring be safe, let us all be safe.