-preface
Chapter 1 Life and happiness
Some people say that people who live for others are noble, but at the same time, people who live for themselves should also be noble.
We came to this strange world in a hurry, crying and satisfied, laughing and happy. The warmth of home is the best memory in the eyes of childhood: the father hummed a ditty while riding a bicycle, and the child was intoxicated; The mother took care of the seriously ill child, bought her favorite snacks and stayed with her child all night, with tears in her eyes. Like a picture scroll slowly spread out, in the child's heart into a beautiful scenery.
When we grow up, the memory of childhood is an indelible film, which warms an increasingly cold heart at any time. Growth is always accompanied by loneliness, and friends have never wandered around. Mao Mao and Huahua (a lovely dog) became the closest friends. Animals live simpler than people, and there is nothing to care about and pursue, because their hearts are free. When running with them in the wild, you can really forget a lot of troubles. This will be a happy day. However, "a good dream is hard to round", they still walked in front of us, and tears kept flashing in the corner of my eyes.
After that, friends once again broke into our lives, deskmates, roommates, and people who have experienced seven years of hardships. But because of their respective futures, they are still separated, and for some inexplicable reasons, you forget to keep in touch.
Life goes on. When you find yourself forgetting a lot of things, will you find that your sideburns are turning white? Will dusty memories be awakened again? Anyway, at least we are still alive. We used to live happily. We have been running around all our lives, living for ourselves, but it is not as beautiful as we thought. When we opened the heavy diary, dark red memories came into our eyes:
I lived for happiness in my childhood, for college entrance examination in my school, for my family after employment, and now for my memory. Live, but just want to live happily.
The second chapter impression, fleeting time
When night falls, this piece of green will sleep. Wandering around the campus, leaning on the dead branches of the years, he recorded six years of wind, frost, rain and snow here, and his transformation began here.
If he could choose again, he would rather go back to that childhood. Looking at the bright eyes of the years on the roof, supporting the buoyancy of the fleeting time on the boat, weaving chilling dreams on the willow tree and flying kites in the field.
He sometimes feels that he can be as free as a fish or as free as a bird. But at the thought of leaving home to find a distant dream, he had to admit that he woke up from his dream and became himself again.
When I was a child, home was really the only place for the soul to rely on and the habitat for the spirit. He always puts this photo next to his mother, keeps it in his diary and takes it with him wherever he goes. At that time, the home was not plentiful, but it was full of warmth that only belonged to the home. I remember that at that time, the happiest thing in a teenager's heart was to mow the grass by the river with a sickle, so that he could watch Mao Mao cut off the sheep's rope and watch the waves of passing ships. That kind of simplicity and ease, I don't know that it will contain all the hidden desires in my heart in the future.
The kite made in a hurry can fly the dream at that time, and the summer time has become a memory that I can't give up. Every time I listen to the rain, I will think of that kind of longing, and that kind of familiar and special feeling may have started from that time.
Chapter III Roses Bloom
Like the fallen leaves in autumn, I left the previous stage and began to wander in the distance. The hubbub of the world and the greed for interests come and go. And the distant home is always quiet.
Snow marks come from January, full of acacia, and the wanderers who are looking forward to returning are eager, but they gradually lose their pace. Fireworks get cold easily, so does the world of mortals! Shallow gathering time can always fill the gap, but leave emptiness in the distance. The concern of the outside world is not only role-playing, but the so-called leading role and supporting role are just promises given by the labeled world. We don't have to pay attention to it, and silently perform and interpret our roles gracefully on their respective stages. Although there will be idle talk, our efforts will always be discovered by life and our titles will always be crowned by reality.
In that way, the fallen leaves will eventually have roots, and the footless birds will no longer be wrapped in loneliness. No matter in Taoyuan or on the bookshelves, there are always indelible memories and lingering thoughts. Wanderers will look forward to returning day and night with tears in their eyes. I miss you so much in June, I miss you most in July, and I still feel this way in August until I finally return and disappear from the world.
Time flies and youth is gone. The student days are finally over. With photos and familiar smiling faces, I finally understand the sadness you sang at the same table and the parting feelings aroused by the brothers sleeping on my upper bunk. Since then, the picture has been frozen, but the memory has withered. I'll never find my old laughter again. The world of mortals is barely thin in its own corner.
The footsteps are still there, and the sound fades away. You can indulge in Dongli and put wine at dusk; You can stroll through autumn fields and pick yellow leaves; Autumn can be harvested, cut and planted to share maturity and joy. However, once you smell the sweet-scented osmanthus, the world of mortals is thin again, leaving only a busy figure, either busy with postgraduate entrance examination, or busy with scholarship selection at the end of the year, or busy with parting ways next year. Everything is so involuntary that everything seems unhappy. Even if I talked about autumn, my love was nowhere to send, and I gradually forgot the world, including myself.
It is lonely and cold in late autumn. Where are you? At the beginning of Leng Yue, the lone star was a companion. Once the story and dream are intertwined, who can know the mood now?
Looking in the world of mortals, it turns out that the footless bird has been weaving a dream-chasing track; Busy in their own world, sometimes they forget some good memories, become secular and lonely. When the lonely heart is silent, with regret, it begins to lose, constantly asking what is the purpose of living. This time, no matter the scenery is infinite or bumpy, the scenery of life is the same, but each has its own choice and emphasis. At the top of the pyramid of happiness, there is an eagle gesture, and eventually there will be a snail figure. You can't lose your life at a low tide; The real trough of life is self-destruction and destruction, perhaps just because man's greatest enemy is always with him. Although phoenix nirvana is for rebirth and falling is a gesture of flying, sighing is an irresistible lament for future generations.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter have all passed, just for your heart. * * * Together, it will always be the most beautiful sentence and silent footnote in this life.
Since then, the world of mortals has added content and is no longer monotonous. The gray image suddenly felt colorful and jumped out of the paper. Eyes are more autumn, as clear as water. There are many roads under your feet, such as flowers. Only when you can't finish reading sentences and reading the world of mortals can you feel that you are not bitter.
Juan Wei Ji lived all his life.
At the end of the song, the Red Chamber is just a sad song. It turns out that there is more than love in the world.
Several snowflakes are flying. Is the world or the heart white? Counting the cold wind to chase, does the wandering figure return late or leave?
On the road, street lamps are bright and neon lights are flashing, but he turns a blind eye; The whistle on the road was long and noisy, and he only listened to it. He is always going his own way, thinking about his own business, and gradually disappearing in the distance, only the footprints are still clear.
Tomorrow is an unknown, and no one knows where he is going. His footsteps are firm, but his direction is clear, which should be a disaster.