1. This summer, there is too much attachment and too much reluctance. The wind blows, the water blows, and it is destined to end in failure! This summer, how much joy and how sad, when the wind blows, it can actually make little ripples! Swaying with the wind, the cicadas are screaming, hoarse, in exchange for - the past! The banyan tree stopped singing and put all the thoughts into the shade! The white clouds wandering around, sleeping so naughty on the lawn, the dialogue between sunshine and shadow, the whispers of mountains and lakes, suddenly sad, loneliness will not be a lonely companion, nothing is an eternal topic! This summer, the wind replaces words, making people forget to breathe... 2. The time is dusk
A person looks out the window
In front of him is the bustling street
It is raining continuously in the sky
People are coming and going on the street
Looking at their expressionless faces
They are living their own lives
No one knows
Nor do they want to know
The sky outside the window gradually darkens
The bustling world gradually becomes quiet
Thinking back in my mind
Thinking back on our past
The past that will never come back
This is how destiny is arranged
We can't change a good plot
Life goes by like this day by day
But we still have to face
many unknown difficulties in the future
People we once knew have gone their separate ways
Scattered in every corner of the world
Maybe
will never meet again
Don’t be nostalgic for the past
Don’t expect for the future
Familiar people have become strangers
The smiles you once had have faded
Memory fades away with the rain
What is left behind
is just an empty shell
... ...3, alone I thought for a long time and was silent for a long time. Is it meaningful for God to let me come?
The once sunny life is no longer there. How many places will the sun shine in the days to come?
Nowadays, we all have the habit of staying awake at night. Is it loneliness? Is it cold-hearted? Still waiting?
Drag my tired body, open the door, put the things aside, lie on the bed, close my eyes...thinking...missing...
I am thinking about people in my heart, Maybe what appears in the dream is the model of one's own imagination? I am holding you with a smile, you smile, and I am happy too... Maybe that is the hug I am looking forward to, the kiss I long for.
Remember this sentence: If love lasts for a long time, it will last day and night. Will the reincarnation of time bring you and me together again?
Will the coming of wind and rain take away the people in your heart? I am looking forward to the next life, and I am also looking forward to this life.
I am always alone late at night, feeling heartbroken and having a thousand glasses of wine to soothe my thoughts. Never forget that people from the old days have a new look.
I am also a person late at night, hurt by love, everything in the world is impermanent, I laugh at the vicissitudes of life, and thousands of tears turn into cold windows. ?
The cold moon in Shen Yexing’s mind is getting colder, and unexplained thoughts come to the window of his heart. The tree wants to be clear and its branches are dancing, why? Wake up the sweet scent of osmanthus. Yuli Jiaoheyan has been defeated. strangeness.
Who invites Jinju! 4. My friend asked me if I was lonely?
And let me tell you what it feels like to be lonely?
I may really not be able to say it for a moment...
Maybe I have long been accustomed to loneliness in the hustle and bustle of people coming and going.
When When friends are drinking and talking and laughing
I still laugh at everything without making any comments
Habit may represent forgetfulness to some extent
Forgetfulness may be habit I was lonely
I couldn’t figure out what loneliness meant for a while
I also tried to get rid of loneliness
Looking for what I want with my heart< /p>
As a result, you find that you have become selfish
In the process of searching, you will temporarily escape loneliness
But when you find that what you are looking for does not belong to you
You will feel greater loneliness with yourself
I am still walking through the crowd alone
I still haven’t found the intimacy that belongs to me
So I kept laughing
A little helpless
A little naive
A little self-deprecating
Some...< /p>
I always use a smile to face everything in front of others
Use a smile to accompany loneliness
Use a smile to tell others "I am not lonely"
Only you can know what it feels like
Hiding in the corner, I feel the urge to cry
However, a smile has habitually crawled onto my face
< p>So while smiling, I was crying deeply in my heartMy heart was crying about the loneliness I was used to... 5. [Draw a picture for my former self. Period]
Habitually write some sad words. I'm not a very pessimistic person, but whenever I pick up the pen, what I write about is tragedy. I like to use gorgeous sentences and paragraphs to embellish my articles, hoping to arouse people's ***. Now I understand that those flashy words should come to an end. Many habitual actions are involved in the vortex of time. Don't know when it will appear again. Now when I count the past years, only empty nostalgia remains. There are too many things that I want to keep forever using the medium of words. But there are many things that cannot be described or expressed. Those fragmented memories should disappear. Just like that, start over, start over.
[Those lonely themes that fluctuate in my mind]
I still like to listen to sad music. Especially at night, the bustle and bustle of the world fade away. Just like this, quietly, following the melody in my ears, I flew to the past and the memories of the past. I keep telling myself not to miss the past anymore, but I have never forgotten what I should forget. It seems that I still can't get rid of the past. I wonder if there will be someone as sleepless as me on the other side of the night.
[I insisted on what I shouldn’t insist on, and gave up on what I shouldn’t give up]
It seems that I still lost at the foot of fate. Many things that I thought could be done easily have never been realized, and many things that I thought were impossible to do in this life have been achieved. It seems that I made a mistake when I chose to take that path, but I don’t know where the strength came from to make me choose to persevere. I think I will continue to persist. Even though the outcome has already been determined.
I have given up a lot in this life, some of which are wrong and some of which are right. I'm thinking about what I've lost, and I only think about many rights and wrongs after I've done them. I still don’t know, I just don’t dare to face it.
[Whether the unknown future can be controlled by ourselves]
Everything is indifferent. I don’t know if I am walking my own path or on the life path arranged by God. I live this life over and over again, not knowing what I can do. Time seems to pass very fast, as if it is still continuing yesterday's actions. Still unchanged. Through the window. The world is still like this, with blue sky and white clouds, just out of reach.
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I really don’t know what will happen in the future?
I really don’t know what memories will be left in the future?
I really don’t know what I will be like in the future? 6. In the hot summer, cicadas express their dissatisfaction with the weather every night. People sit in groups under the trees to enjoy the cool air and chat with each other.
However, this summer is a bit different. The summer heat only lasted for a few days and then withered. The rain quickly seized this opportunity and dumped it on the earth. The whole summer has passed, except for the sultry days before a few heavy rains. I am happy to be at ease. I have had a cool and refreshing summer that I have never had before. However, while I applaud the weather because of its better geographical location, there are countless people who have suffered due to the unusual weather. This year's floods have affected the growth of many crops, reduced the income of many farmers, and displaced many people. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think about the weird weather this year. A while ago, a big hole broke in the ozone layer over the southern hemisphere, which caused panic. Based on analysis, it was not caused by human damage to nature. Does the problem of the serious disasters this year also lie with humans? In recent years, more and more families use air conditioners, which cools their own homes but heats everyone else.
More and more people are buying cars now. When you close the windows and isolate yourself from the hot air outside the window, have you ever thought that you are making the road and the air hotter?
As people’s living standards continue to improve, the damage to nature is also increasing. The originally difficult dirt roads have been built into spacious cement and asphalt roads, but what follows is not only the convenience and smoothness of driving, but also the increasing temperature! Now, the weather has become weird, and things appear out of order. Many people who suffered from floods complained to God, but have they ever thought about the causes of floods? I read a news report, and one of the passages has always stood out to me: Experts generally believe that global warming caused by greenhouse gas emissions is the main reason for the intensive flooding around the world this summer. Moreover, this summer's floods are just the beginning. If the global warming is not effectively controlled, the "villagers" of the earth will be in increasing danger. Does this mean that the cause of all these disasters lies with humans?
We must always remember that what humans add to nature, nature will return to humans one by one. Don't blindly destroy the ecological balance of nature for your own convenience. Human beings are not the masters of nature.
7. That’s great! Looking at the blue sky, maybe I can regard it as a close friend, a good friend who keeps secrets. Face it, boldly and confidently tell the secrets in your heart, and bear the pain and sorrow with it; share the joy of happiness and success with her, carefree!
When I was in kindergarten, I always liked to sit on the balcony with a lollipop on the floor. While sucking the lollipop, I looked at the beautiful sky and the floating clouds. Sometimes I would risk Say one or two childish words: "Look! I have a lollipop, you don't!" I remember my mother once told me that there are many beautiful and lovely people playing in the sky, and people call them "angels". Wearing pure white clothes, with a pair of big wings on her back, I heard me innocently say: "Mom! I want to play with them too! "Silly boy, you don't just go to that kind of place if you want to!" Only good children with kind hearts can go up. "My mother left with a smile, leaving me with a face full of innocent longing. Then, I shouted to the sky believing it was true: "Just wait! I will definitely become a good boy with a kind heart! I will definitely come up and play with you! ”
When I was in elementary school, I always liked to carry a small bench, hold science fiction novels and drinks, and read under the clear blue sky. From time to time, I heard some birds flying past merrily. The cry was high-pitched and sweet, and I fantasized: Why am I not a free bird? Then I can fly around and play all day long, and I don’t have to worry so much about studying and exams! I wish I could be like them! Hao Hao! "Sky, will you hear the call for freedom in my heart?
When I was in middle school, I always liked to listen to MP3 players, lean on the balcony with a diary, and then write down my mood of the day and share my ever-changing mood with the sky. After writing the diary, I locked the Write in the diary, listen to rock music, look at the sky, and enjoy the mood of the moment. At that time, when looking at the sky, I would always think of myself in life.
In life, I am so lively, with a smile on my face all day long. Of course, there are also times when I am unhappy. When it comes to studying, I fail like that. I work hard and fail again and again, leaving me with no courage and no way to continue studying! However, when the ideal sea appears in my mind, I will tell myself over and over again: I must keep going and not be discouraged. I know that the sky will definitely support me! Give me the courage to keep going and accompany me to the end.
Every time I look at the sky above my head, I will pour out my heart to it again and again; every time I look at the sky above my head, the ideal will always appear in my mind. The sea will always lead me to bravely take the next step; every time I look at the sky above my head, it will always remind me to be like the clouds that accompany it, always pure and white, No stains!
At this moment, I was leaning on the balcony railing, looking at the blue sky, and I said to the sky: "Although the ideal sea is always swaying in my heart, I am like a cheerful stream. , so like the stream, I think about the ideal coast all the time. I work hard to cross the wilderness, through the jungle, and around the mountains, just to reach the wider sea and realize my dreams. 8. As I get older! With the growth, I can always see some differences and come up with new ideas about certain things.
When I was a child, I would always stare blankly at the splashing raindrops on the ground. Watching the rain flowers blooming and then disappearing into the puddles, listening to the "ticking" of the bell inside the house and the "ticking" of the rain outside, then exhaled and drew a piece of "drawing paper" on the glass. , and then draw rain flowers on it.
Now that I have grown up, I always look at the rain flowers intentionally. Sometimes I even go to the park alone and stand in the lake. Next, gaze at the water and appreciate the scene.
The crystal clear raindrops are densely connected into raindrops. The raindrops come from the sky. There seem to be many cocoons in the vast sky, and there are many cocoons on the ground. It seemed like there were countless hands busy spinning.
The raindrops are also strange. They can't be drawn out and collected. Raindrops are pure, because there is no evil or stain in the sky. Raindrops come to the world with freshness and elegance.
The raindrops fell silently on the water and suddenly splashed, forming interesting clusters of plain flowers with clear and transparent petals. The rain swept away the beauty of autumn chrysanthemums and the beauty of peonies, only to appear on the water for a moment, as if they were shy, and then small "dimples" appeared on the water.
Isn’t this a charming view? When you see the exquisite, fresh and pretty rain flowers, will you be as deeply confused, obsessed, and intoxicated as me? The feeling of rain flowers is beautiful, but you can't keep it or catch it! The rain keeps falling, and the rain flowers keep blooming and disappearing. Some people say that epiphyllums are rare and short-lived. People value epiphyllums very much because they bloom for a short time. Or is it gorgeous? The rain flower comes silently and goes in a hurry, never being noticed by people. It will not be seen by people. Falling leaves and withering flowers are sad because it will not wither. It is absorbed by the earth and forms a majestic team.
Rain flowers appear in endless streams, but they disappear in an instant. They are silent but seem to be telling something silently; they have dedicated themselves to the world and left people with beautiful reveries... I deeply like it. This plain flower.
Closing my eyes, I seemed to be floating lightly in the sky. I also joined the ranks of the raindrops, falling on the water and suddenly splashing, turning into a small rain flower... 9. Now, Everything in elementary school has gone away from me, and it’s hard to recover.
At first, I felt helpless. I often sighed at the passage of time and felt sorry for the lost elementary school years. Gradually, I began to immerse myself in the beautiful memories, recalling the good times in the past, carefully recalling the process and details of everything in the past, the setbacks, the successes, and the classmates. The trivial past events between teachers and students, those things that I didn’t pay attention to at all before, let alone focus on, now appear in my mind more than once, even if I want to avoid them. There is no way to avoid it.
Thinking back carefully, I used to complain that time passed very slowly and I wished I could graduate immediately. Now, I finally got my wish, but there is always a trace of annoyance and a trace of helplessness in my heart from time to time. I suddenly felt that the past days were really fleeting. In the blink of an eye, six years had left me, leaving me only allowed to recall every detail of the subtle, exquisite and beautiful past events.
Writing this, I unknowingly remembered something: Once, 5-year-old Xi Murong suddenly had a whim in the evening and wanted to move back a stone that she loved and cherished very much. She threw it away to see if she could get it back, but she never found it. As a result, she often recalled the stone and the beauty of it even when she grew up. This may be a very short story, but it tells us a truth: sometimes, we only know how to cherish it when we lose it. If Xi Murong had retrieved the stone at that time, then the stone might not have been kept for long, or maybe Xi Murong would have gradually forgotten it, and then she would not have had such wonderful memories of the stone.
My current situation is very similar to Xi Murong's. Both of us have lost something we cherish very much, and we always recall its beauty. However, now, I am very different from the 5-year-old her, because I now understand that although the wonderful six years of primary school have left me, it will always be buried deep in my heart and make me happy. To remember and know how to cherish more.
Perhaps, all of this is in line with the saying: Sometimes, only when you lose it do you know how to cherish it.
10. The color of life
A leisurely mood, a piece of calm music, a touch of lonely images, a glass of nostalgic wine, just because we love life and the past years ...The color of life is colorful, just like a fresh picture, leaving the most dazzling halo in the mind; just like a sweet stream, flowing in the happiest embrace.
Life is orange-red and full of grandfather's love. Every dusk, everything under the setting sun turns orange, including the sky, trees and grandpa's face. As a child, I called it the orange world. In the orange-red world, there is a girl and her grandfather who loves her. Grandpa will always look at her and smile quietly, when she walks through the thorny and familiar maple leaf forest... That girl is me. oh! The orange-red sun of life! Let me grow in hope again and again.
Life is blue, the color of the sky and the sea, full of curiosity and courage. The blue life seems like a voyage, surrounded by a mysterious color. Just like Gu Cheng wrote in "Fantasia of Life": "Put my phantoms and dreams in a narrow shell, a boat canopy made of willow branches. It is also surrounded by the long cry of summer cicadas. Tighten the mast rope, The wind blew the sails of the morning mist, and I set sail without destination. Let the waterfall of sunlight wash my skin..." However, this blue, illusory voyage has left a mark on my heart. Unforgettable memories. oh! Life is a blue voyage! I saw many smiles that were familiar to me.
Life is purple and full of many fantasies and aspirations.
I always fantasize that there must be another kingdom outside this world, and it must be very good there. I asked my mother, but she didn't answer me. I said to my mother: "I want to be a good child, study hard, and find the purple kingdom in the future!" My mother smiled, and her eyes were filled with joy. oh! Life is this purple kingdom! Let me work hard to be a good child for that unreal but very beautiful oath.
Life is green, full of vitality and hope. On the green grass, I held a big green kite and kept running forward, running... Suddenly, while running, the string of the kite broke, and the kite fell heavily on the green grass. Above, the green kite and the green grass seem to blend into one, so harmonious. But I will not be discouraged. I pick up the kite and continue to run forward, thinking about the light... Because I see hope in the green, and I learn to be strong.
Life, colorful life. If you say that children immersed in happiness do not know how to cherish, I must say that I understand, because I saw a few shallow wrinkles on my mother's face; if I say that children in warmth are not brave enough, I must say that I do, However, what I picked up on the road to adventure was more care; if children in good times lack strength, I must say that I do not lack it, because my persistence in fantasy has created a vision of hope and happiness. Turning over the colorful page of life, you really find that the road of life you have walked is colorful.
Life is a warm river. When you approach it, you are experiencing a mysterious and metaphorical process. This may be a direction of life, although it uses superficial flow to hide the deep heart.
11. Alley obscurity: The foggy terrace
There are some things that suddenly break into your heart when you are most careless and catch you off guard. .
That is the alley in my memories. That is a rainy alley, that is a narrow rainy alley.
There was no lilac-like girl in plain clothes there, there were only elders from my hometown.
In my dreams, I often return to that alley, where my childhood dreams are recorded. That's where the dream begins. I vaguely remember that one sunny noon, I woke up from my sleep, yawned, and then smelled the fragrance of flowers in a daze.
I don’t know who picked the wild flowers pinned to my door in the wild, or who quietly pinned them to my door. He (she) not only gave me a bouquet of flowers, but also gave me the sweetness in my sleep, the fragrance after I woke up, and a wonderful mood.
I think before I woke up, he or she had walked out of that alley, the alley where I lived. That alley is so short, so short, as short as a morning longing.
The morning sun is so naughty. It teases my eyes happily and makes me laugh. I felt something whispering softly in my ear, it was the sound of morning sunshine. I felt something kissing my cheeks again, and I knew it was sunlight.
What slipped quietly down my face were my tears.
Am I moved by the morning light? No, what moved me was the bouquet of flowers and the person who presented them.
I finally know that there are still some people in this world who care about me and my lonely soul. So he sent me a bouquet of flowers and his heartfelt message at the same time.
That's not just a bouquet of flowers, it's a beating heart. I found these 11 articles online. I hope they will be helpful to you.