1. In a person's life, there are always some sad past events that make people burst into tears and make you unable to look back; there are also always some sweet memories that make people intoxicated, obsessed and lingering. . And some of the helplessness of life and death, the joy of reunion, abandonment and persistence, sorrow and happiness, heartache and emotion, are all like a symphony of ups and downs in life. There are both melancholy and melancholy that go back and forth, and there are also long and affectionate melodies that echo in your heart from time to time. Wander. linger. In that past experience, even if there were beautiful mountains and beautiful waters, charming dreams, even the lingering memories of whispering in front of flowers and under the moon, they could not be worth the sigh of mixed feelings at this time, a look of helplessness, and a trace of resentment.
2. Youth was short-lived and ruthless. I thought I could wander the world and run freely forward as soon as I took a step forward. However, in the face of all kinds of obstacles and setbacks, I could only use I look timidly at the material and civilized society with "layers upon layers of waves" and don't dare to integrate into it. But can I sit back and relax after escaping from the constraints of reality? I feel depressed and lost, pretending to be a hypocritical self, but in the end I am the one who gets hurt.
3. We still need to be strong every morning. Even when we open our eyes, we are struggling to get up reluctantly, but we still have to wash our face and brush our teeth at a flying speed. Living in a war-like rhythm. When there is no rest, dragging my tired body, eyelids fighting, lazy spirit silently protesting, I am just a walking body. And once you get enough rest and let your body and mind be nourished by the sun and rain, your young heart quickly regains its elasticity, sweeps away the negative emotions, and plunges into the turbulent life again.
4. I will no longer argue with others to the point of blushing for a word; I will no longer be desperate for life and death for a careless promise. Or maybe those loud laughs are missing in the fleeting years, replaced by gentle smiles. Sitting in front of the computer, quietly listening to a song or reading an article, you are often moved by a melody, a sentence or a picture, and in the unexpected inspiration, you can type out the graceful words under your fingers. flower. As time goes by, everything can be changed, but the only thing that cannot be changed is the kindness and kindness in nature.
5. The sails of time gradually drifted away under the gaze of memories, and the melody of "Blooming Life" suddenly sounded in my ears, arousing an inexplicable desire in my heart. Gently open the curtains, and a spring rain wets the flowers of pious yearning. Many fragments of memories are like the fragrance of flowers blooming in the rain, warming the deep dreams. Just like the state of mind at this moment, let the long and wandering The fragrance of flowers and the spring breeze intoxicated me, and I didn’t want to wake up.
6. In the nooks and crannies of memory, put the previous pictures together again. Your beauty under the setting sun, the sunset glow is like putting a beautiful wedding dress on you, the gentle breeze blows up your veil, your smile is fascinating in the depths of my eyes, but in the ups and downs of life, your beauty It will always be engraved in my mind. Your singing sounded in my ears. I tried to touch the nothingness with my hands, only to find that it was just out of reach.
7. The time that cannot be turned back is the fragrance of the years that cannot be taken away, the vicissitudes of time cannot be returned, and the flow of time cannot be retained. When you are young, you will always go through hardships on the road paved with thorns. When you are in your prime, you will flock to those seemingly beautiful things and do whatever you want. But when your youth has been squandered, you will know how to cherish it, and you will inevitably Nostalgia for the past.
8. Turn a beauty into a landscape, a fragrant, bright and peaceful time, smile at the top of the years, quietly graze your soul, even if you can't find the way you came, you are still willing to take a look. Obsession, chasing the most primitive innocence. Time is quiet, pain or sadness is a kind of growth. I hope that one day, when I look back, I can pick up that lost dream.
9. The wind of passing years blows the long hair of memory and flies in my thoughts, like a fluttering flag, gently blowing open the long-closed window of the heart, scooping up a handful of moonlight. The dew washes away the rust and dust of life and replaces the river of life with something as clear and clean as a clear spring.
10. Ancient vines and old trees are full of faint crows, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Time flies by, and I can no longer remember the frivolity of my youth, nor the impassionedness of the past. After wandering all the way and stumbling all the way, Fallen Leaves returns to its warmest hometown and the freest time of its youth. On the bluestone path, flowers are blooming, and butterflies are falling. Bury the smiles that have passed away over the years into the ancient riverside, and let the little memories bloom brilliantly under the bright sunshine.
11. Sometimes you are paranoid about your own opinions. Onlookers are clear and those in authority are confused. Friends give well-intentioned suggestions, point out the pros and cons of things, and reveal the flaws of character, in the hope that everyone can make progress together. Although you are well-intentioned, people are generally thin-skinned. Please do not give guidance in public. Please use techniques such as praise first and comment later, and use a sincere and gentle attitude. Otherwise, the good advice will be off-putting and have the opposite effect, destroying the relationship between the two parties.
12. The autumn water is long and the sky is full and the moon is full again. The infinite lovesickness is attached to the Yao Qin. The moon reflected in the cup has been shattered. I put the wine in the wind towards the blue sky. The moonlight is like frost on my eyebrows. The flying flowers in the quiet night are cold in my heart.
13. Close your eyes and reflect on the vicissitudes of life, and the scenes of the past appear before your eyes. The solitary owl appears slowly in the setting sun, and the mist in the autumn water forms a thin line between the water and the sky.
The morning sun of the next day rushed out of the horizon, and the silent night quietly exited the middle of the stage. Bright rays of light passed by the window, and a sad and lingering performance was performed on the cloudless horizon. Who can see, inside and outside the play, that at the moment dusk hits, the bright sadness is about to stage another life-or-death farewell.
14. When we embark on the journey of life and jump into the trend of society, we will always stumble upon failures. Often there is no right or wrong in many choices, only its reasons and reasons. result. When we are young, we always aim high, riding the wind and waves on a whim, with beautiful and longing dreams in mind, and firmly believe that we can sail to the other side of success. However, when we are full of ambition, once we encounter many difficulties, we cannot withstand the blows of thousands of blows. , I had to give up halfway, like a white horse passing through the gap, the tide ebbs and flows, it comes too suddenly, and when it goes, it will never come back.
15. Standing on the shore where time stretches out, looking sideways at the way you came; in the river of time, the sound of waves remains. Only my own inner voice, like a gurgling stream, gentle and melodious, accompanied me through countless sleepless nights. On this windy and affectionate rainy night, I want to boil a pot of incense with pure words and sit on the edge of the curtain to ignite the singing voice of life.
16. Like flowers and beautiful families, the years pass like a fleeting time. After all, I can't see through my thoughts, they overflow like water. The tenderness in the tears was extinguished in the broken words. The clouds and mist of the past disappeared in front of my eyes, without much nostalgia or farewell. The moment the tears fell, they finally soaked through the letter full of longing. When the wild goose returned to the roadside, it took me deeply. The love of earth falls on your pillow and accompanies you to sleep.
17. Everyone has his own temper, and everyone has his own pressure and helplessness. There is no pure land in the world where people can't be hurt. Hesitating in the workplace, being plotted against, exhausted mentally and physically; going through endless turns in relationships, never meeting the right person, facing the urging of his elderly parents, feeling irritable and helpless, and being accused of being unfilial. In this city, year after year, I cannot afford the down payment for a house. I am always in a state of being short of money to borrow money. The life I want is always ahead, always some distance away.
18. In the vast world, there are many people who pass by you. It took a hundred years to build the same ferry boat. How many good fruits must be planted to walk the road of life with him? Friends are like sea water, carrying your countless tears; when you are happy, white waves lift the sky, and the waves are turbulent, and your heart beats with joy; when you are sad, they are gloomy and deep, the tide rises and falls, whispering, comforting, and caressing the aching heart.
19. Those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Good friends are the dawn in the darkness, leading you to the right path; bad friends will tempt you to go astray and plunge you into eternal disaster. It will not be difficult to discover the buried pearl in the ocean, provide nutrients, appreciate the strengths, know yourself and the enemy, compare your feelings with yourself, and get to know people all over the world. Friends need to be nourished with care, carved with encouragement, and maintained with communication. Friendship is like Pu'er, under certain conditions, it becomes more mellow as it gets older.
20. Standing in a corner of the city, feeling those things that are gradually drifting away, when the vicissitudes of life have tired the original simplicity, and when the years have desolated the seemingly mature heart, can words still bear the weight of the heart? Many past experiences, missed, passed by, shed tears, laughed, what is left in the end?
21. When I am alone, I like to make a cup of tea, where the green leaves are dancing and fragrant, and I enjoy the moment of laziness. The heart is as quiet as a mirror, leisurely and contented. Shaking the teacup gently, the tea leaves sometimes clustered together and sometimes scattered, floating and sinking uncertainly. Sip slowly, and the elegant and subtle bitterness ripples across your tongue, moisturizing your heart. Tea is the crystallization of nature, and tasting tea is the fusion of spirit and beauty, the discussion of heart and wisdom, and the realization of tranquility and emptiness.
22. I often wonder unconsciously: Does this world come from silence and will eventually return to silence? Will those stories that bloom in the fleeting years, those stories that have been exiled or preserved, quietly grow enchanting flowers at a suitable time or a suitable place, leaving a lingering fragrance around the fingers?
1. Autumn is already very deep, and it seems that it may fall at any time and be replaced by winter. The howling north wind may be the messenger of winter, coming in a hurry, not wanting to stay in this land for a moment, before heading south. Perhaps, its destination is also the distant Tropic of Cancer...but, everything is unknown. The dripping water in the distance, the mist of dusk rain, and a small boat lying across the hazy place of mist and rain, looming like your figure. But, how can that small boat carry all my sorrows?
2. On such a winter night, I always like to paint all the words about you in white. Even if it is too late to see the dawn, it can still explain why I have no regrets in this life. Looking across the horizon, penetrating into the soul, stretching out my arms, making a hugging gesture, I can, really feel the warmth in your clear pupils.
3. If there hadn’t been that kind of autumn, if there hadn’t been that kind of Qiu Xi, if there hadn’t been that kind of encounter, who would be holding on to that string of past memories that he dared not let go for a long time, hiding in the deserted place? Corner, secretly missing.
4. Watching you live happily is my only long-cherished wish. But who knows: "The flowers are silent, the water flows empty, and I worry about the flowers every year." That white lotus, in which corner of the world do you bloom?
5. If the mountain has no edges, I would like to transform into a mountain corner for Yi; if the heaven and earth collapse, I would split the sky and open the earth for Yi; in the vicissitudes of the sea, I would like to transform into a stone bridge for Yi, and the wind and rain of thousands of years would blow by. How can I do nothing about this lingering lovesickness?
6. The pain has been extinguished in my strong longing for you. I forgot that my body was a condensation of flesh and blood. All I know is that I will break through this thick palace wall immediately and pursue the love that we cannot forget. Even if his head is broken and bleeding, he has no regrets.
7. Through the car window, I watch the scenery outside the window slide past my eyes. I don’t know how far I have traveled, but I can’t find the platform that belongs to me. I look at countless big hands and small hands holding each other. I can only hold my hand tightly, and what I look forward to will never come back, time will not be turned back, and love cannot be redeemed. I quietly listen to the sound of honking cars, silently watch the hurried pedestrians, and hold on to each other alone. The unanswered mobile phone is in a daze, the signal cannot be dialed, the reply cannot be obtained, the familiar yet unfamiliar voice...
8. The water of the Forgotten River has not been lost for three generations, and it suddenly dawns on you. Witnessing the reincarnation of twenty-two winters; Manzhushahua, blood-red stamens, Yin Hong that has been painted for centuries? Perhaps, it was me who used countless encounters in my previous life to compose the beautiful myth of this life; perhaps, it was your cardamom years in the next life that bet on the bitter and painful lovesickness in this life. In fact, the longing has already been out of control. I just didn't expect it to be so heartbreaking. If this is a destined love in the past life, in this imaginary love, I am willing to live and die for this...
9. I am silent on the shore of the River of Forgetfulness, staring silently, Waiting for reincarnation again after a thousand years. The souls floating on the stone bridge are reluctant to let go of their past and old dreams, forget the causes and consequences of their lives, forget all the ups and downs, gains and losses, and all the love and hatred in their lives. And I, after thousands of years, my thoughts are still immortal, just because of the past and present life, this unquenchable infatuation, this eternal yearning, how can it be a lifetime, a river of forgetfulness? , a stone bridge, a myth can tell?
10. Your smile is always lingering around me, your bright eyes are so deep, even if I am away from you for countless days, my eyes are still unable to break away from them. Holding the hand of the child, forgetting the past, holding the hand of the child, just want to feel the intoxicating tenderness. The past has become a thing of the past. There is no need to ask more questions or pursue it. Holding our hands, we are destined to last forever.
11. Bathing in the sorrowful silk rain, lightly dancing butterfly wings, which flower in the lotus pond is the dreamlike light flower that I miss. During the journey of searching, I strayed into the depths of the lotus flower, kissed the whiteness that was not in my dream, and mistakenly took the crispness like a silver bell for your delicate voice in the previous life. In the previous life, you and I were nestled together by the Sansheng Stone. Where are you in this life?
12. The thumb and middle finger were slightly clasped and flicked, and the cigarette butt gracefully drew a bright red arc in the air, which was shocking. The night is dark and dim without any light.
13. The starting point of destiny is chosen from different angles. The direction of life starts from different routes. But perhaps, the journey of life is just a circle like the earth. After completing the days of life, the end of time is the original yearning. After completing the circle, return to the starting point. Going back again, is the melancholy in the memory covered with the moss of historical dust?
14. Beautiful flowers always bloom in frustrated moments, and beautiful songs always sound in sad moments. I can't see clearly that familiar photo, whether that familiar smile can still unfold for me, whether I can still feel the familiar heartbeat, I use my hands to smooth out the wrinkles, as if it can heal the pain in my heart. Whenever it rains, I always look with hope at the QQ you once opened, because you said you are usually on QQ when it rains. The depressing clouds always take away my thoughts, and the cold rain always drops in my warmest heart. But that gray portrait made me confused and helpless. Sadness came from my heart. Where did the pain come from?
15. A confused state of mind, a distant dream, wandering, dissociated... It seems like centuries, so long. For the beauty that I have been dreaming about for a long time, I wait and read foolishly, letting the years pass by my haggard figure.