The wind withered the green trees [Editor ]/u/2272408020
1. Actually, I'm very tired.
I really won't be strong for long.
In fact, no one has ever understood me.
I'm used to pretending to be strong, and I'm used to pretending to be crazy.
Get used to being true to you!
Maybe I think I can be strong for a long time.
It can make us both happy.
Accustomed to a person facing everything.
Actually, I hate myself now,
I don't know why, but I hate it.
I don't know what I really want.
sometimes
I can talk to everyone happily. I may be rude.
But no one really knows, it's just a disguise.
Very deliberate disguise.
I can make myself happy.
But I really can't find the source of happiness, just giggle.
I'm not used to telling people things,
Because I'm not used to being comforted.
I'm not used to hearing these words and feel unnatural.
Similarly, I don't like to comfort others with the same words.
I feel that I can't say those words, but they are all in my heart.
In fact, I cherish everyone around me.
Whether it is reality or network.
It's just that sometimes I'm good at forgetting.
Step 2 taste the faint feeling
I like the faint feeling, perhaps because of a melancholy? I don't know
I don't know whether I am happy or not.
I just like that faint feeling.
I like to see the faint green on the branches.
It is a symbol of life, it is the messenger of spring, and the faint light is better than the noisy purple.
I pursue subtle friendship.
To be friends, we don't have to meet often, and occasionally we say, "How are you?"
Light greetings spread like budding thoughts at this time, and a ray of warmth overflows your heart.
As the saying goes, a friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but I don't know how much sincerity and tacit understanding a word "light" contains.
Love should also be weak.
And that faint smile. I like light water. I am very thirsty. Boiled water can quench thirst best.
It makes children more naive, because what belongs to it is a touch of bitter makeup. I like to brush my eyebrows. Isn't it a kind of beauty not to wear scarlet?
When a person's face has a dye house, it is not ridiculous but terrible. I also like the faint clouds in the sky, the faint wind, the faint thoughts ... have a cup of tea and play some faint music. I like to stare at the faint flowers in the twilight.
I like to hum "cherry red, banana green"
A trace of nostalgia ...
A person, just a quiet person.
Melt yourself in lingering fragrance and melodious music, open old photo albums and open dusty memories.
Remember you, you never need to remember, never forget.
This "light" leads to a lot of emotions, a lot of pain and helplessness.
Faint, always unforgettable. ...
I don't know who said, "You can't drag, but you can't run."
Sometimes I have to admit that I am so fragile and weak and decadent in the face of a small setback.
Obviously, my ears are so clear, but why is it always buzzing and I can't tell if I am awake?
Obviously, the back is so close, but why is it so far away that I can't touch its distant trajectory instantly?
Why can't you tell from which point when the train is still in sight?
Obviously, all those things that have happened, I regard it as life. Strange pieces of paper in the drawer, messages, qq number of XX, teacher XXX's mobile phone number, boring English composition, my own paintings and friends' paintings many years ago ... Every time I open them, my memory stops when my heart wanders. They will stay in my heart until I am happy forever. Although they inevitably crush the original color quality in time. The original freshness has passed away in a hurry, and the only light-colored things have gradually disappeared. Lost a small part of the light color, leaving only a deep outline, let the years rush to describe, even if it will quietly go out of shape.
Then it becomes dust and water droplets in the air, floating in rooms, walls and soil in an invisible state. Then I saw every sculpture that carved my heart in my life. It turns out that the slide shows the speed of light at one percent, and the gesture of instantaneous to ultra-high speed appears in front of me. I almost forgot whether I was on the earth or somewhere in the universe.
Unblinkingly, follow the line break on the screen and hit the space bar hard. However, the temperature of the text can't keep up with the speed of the electronic product heater. I can't stop when my tired eyes are dull. Although the noise outside can't say how high the decibel is, I feel that there is a huge inexplicable depth in my heart that is boosting my fingers and my thoughts.
It turned out that I was entangled in an unrealistic dream. The people in the dream are so strange, but the scene is strange and familiar. A strong wind divided all the people and things, and everything disappeared, leaving only yellow tears in the endless season. I suddenly want to wake up, but my eyes don't listen to my brain. I feel that I am still wandering in pain and my fear is becoming more and more obvious. I clearly see why I can't see it again, and my eyes are blocked by something. What is wrong with me? At first, I couldn't see my parents' faces, my classmates' faces, and my favorite books clearly in the hazy and painful light. I seem to have heard the word "sorry". Am I moaning? I think too much. Why did all my efforts go to waste in the blink of an eye when I cut the picture? I racked my brains and began to complain helplessly. I can still see my past years. Can I remember myself in that adult photo?
The cinema on the roadside, passing by again, has completely forgotten the state of mind at that time, and rarely watches movies, let alone cinemas. Now, I still get carsick. I miss movies a few years ago.
I don't know what year and month it was, but I vaguely remember a strange classmate sitting in a dark cinema, talking and laughing, while I closed my eyes and didn't know what movie was dizzy. I just heard the sound of the movie, the students' low comments from time to time, and the chewing sound of teeth and popcorn. . .
I don't know why I remember it again. I think too much. Just like all the vows that are often played in series are washed into lies by the sea, I find myself a little weak, and there is nothing wrong with it. Humming a song that I will never learn, listening to it over and over again is boring to the extreme, but after several years, my perception tells me that I still like its melody, but I just can't remember the lyrics, so I can persist for so long. Some people say I am persistent. However, I am now in a state of computer virus. I obviously don't like reading on the computer, but I push myself day by day. Obviously, my typing speed is not fast, just tapping a little cold with my fingertips in the unfathomable night. I don't know when it will end. I'm afraid I've set foot on the road of no return, and the ladder has been climbed. I can't get down.
The heart is bright and clean, and the night is dark.