Wu Qingmeng Zhen is an anxious and warm essay.

Wu Qingmeng Zhen is an anxious and warm essay.

The sunshine is warm, the years are faint, and unconsciously, with the cicada singing, it is already half past July.

Sitting at my desk, I was absent-minded.

In the noisy world, you and I are just passers-by in a hurry, walking in endless time. Looking back suddenly, it seems like a dream. Once upon a time, he was a naive urchin, but now he has lost his heart in the turbulent wind, moon and star frost and is drifting away.

When a pair of clear eyes become dim in the glow of neon lights, when a pure soul tends to walk in a drunken dream, reality and dreams blur the line of sight, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

But it could also be life. Only when we meet all kinds of people, experience all kinds of things and taste all kinds of tastes in the world can we truly understand the meaning of life. Don't expect anything, and don't be helpless. This is all fate.

Never envy the scenery pursued by others, never regret the future I look forward to, just want to find a pure land that no one cares about in the noisy world, wash away the lead and be at ease. Like a pure and unpretentious life, birds and flowers; Looking forward to a quiet and silent world, watching the wind light and the clouds light.

Have dreamed of a place countless times. The grass there is green, the sky there is blue, the snowy mountains there are magnificent, the people there are kind, the air there is fresh, the spring there is clear, the nights there are long and the stars there are gorgeous. This is a place that fascinates me.

Among them, I am willing to cross mountains and rivers without leaving Wan Li. When I was young, when I was still young, I met this old friend in my last life. Listening to the sound of mountains and flowing water, I was proud of my son.

Although there is a world of mortals and glitz of 3 thousand, you can wave your sleeves and put the past behind you for many years and feel at ease.

As soon as I got up, I picked up my backpack and traveled all over Qian Shan. Then, carve this fleeting time into the red notes of youth.

Outside the window, the night is dim.

Reach out and touch the moonlight to warm up safely.