On my manuscript paper, it is an ellipsis representing amazement; On my bookshelf, they are beautifully bound but dusty poems; In my drawer, they are photos of everyone smiling; In my dream, they are the names I shout out in the gloom; In my pocket, they are the most thoughtful suggestions. ...
Now, I'm sitting on a cane chair in late autumn. They are falling leaves. I try my best to catch those leaves. I don't want time to hurt them.
This is the only way for me to apologize to them.
Apologize to friends who have left. I don't know how to start and end a letter. I don't even know what steps to take between the lines.
Apologize to the gained and lost hearts. I don't cherish you, I just hope that God will take care of me and let those sincere hearts be recovered.
We walked too fast and missed some beautiful scenery of life. Just like a line in the movie "Big Cities and Small Things": We met too early, kissed too early, had sex too early, and then got tired of each other too early. It seems that all this is a disaster! At this point, our ancestors are smarter than us. They say you can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient.
The old days, though trivial, were so beautiful.
The word obscene seems to let me see such an old man, staring at the white dove walking indifferently in the square in a foreign afternoon. Gradually, the past life slowly came to my mind: injustice, sweetness, bitterness, glory ... everything in front of me was trivial and melancholy, but it was fragrant.
In fact, there are many pleasant things in life, all of which are unremarkable fragments scattered in the corner, and the faint fragrance needs to be awakened and transmitted.
Just like the happiness of two people, it can be as small as just sitting quietly together and feeling each other's breath; Small enough to follow in his footsteps and go step by step; Small enough to guess the pros and cons of the coin she wants to draw; Small enough to sit on the side of the road and guess whether the next person who walks this road will be a man or a woman ... The taste of happiness, like cooking, is salty, sweet, bitter and spicy, and only one person can understand it.
There is often such a weakness in human nature: memory is a very strange sieve, always leaving its own good and others' bad. Therefore, it is inevitable to be impetuous, so that I always want to see myself in the mirror ten years later. Now, ten years have passed, and I begin to miss what I looked like ten years ago, because I saw sporadic snow in my temples.
I was young and frivolous, and squandered our feelings. On countless nights, I repent for my injuries. After the hardships of Qian Shan, I realized that loving someone is the last ray of light that shines on me. This last light that brought me back to life, weak but strong, made the whole night and my heart extremely bright and guided my soul all the time. So I kept those tears of repentance in exchange for a boat ticket for tomorrow's happy harbor.
Apologize for the good old days, because my carelessness broke you down. Since then, my heart has become a bottomless cup.
Apologize for the good old days, because I don't cherish you and leave you behind. The tree of friendship, the flower of love, a lonely one, a withered one.
Friends, if you hear all this verbosity, please tell me that the fireside is warm this weekend. How about a glass of wine inside? ?
Dear, if you see these rambling words, please tell me, can the three horses parked in front of your door carry back your affection?