On the third day of 15, I always realized that the original time had run in front of me. The first thing I wake up every day is to think again and again. It seems that this is the winter of 14, and I left my hometown with the pride of a dreamer, and then I have been busy looking for a job and looking for customers. My memory is like a movie screen, which is played back quickly, as if it was the moment when I opened my eyes.
My heart is a bit bleak. I have been indulging myself for months, and I can't find my original intention more and more. Now, I am like a fragile porcelain doll. Although I look the same as before, I can't stand the wind and waves.
Before, I always thought my life was a dramatic tragedy, from birth to death. However, in recent years, after listening to Dazhi's words, my nose was sour, my heart ached, and my palpitation nightmare finally happened to her. Suffering always makes me irresistible. What is imposed on others is the past that you will never forget even if you try your best in this life.
Looking up at the sunshine on the glass, I suddenly felt a little dazzling. How fair and unfair the world is. Buddhists pay attention to cause and effect, from generation to generation, and from generation to generation. People can't escape from samsara and secularity. Obsession is a double-edged sword, which can make everything successful, but also make people fail with nothing and lose with nothing …
Just like love. ...
I don't know what I'm doing, but I love it so much, but I always hate it. If people are careless and heartless, they will be invincible.
However, people who have no heart, how can they live, even if there is no reason to support themselves …
Fallen leaves, whose sadness is covered, seem to be the shadow of dusk. A room looks desolate in the afterglow.
Those who love me and those who don't love me seem to pass by in a hurry, laughing and crying …
Happiness is always so hard-won, and it is impossible for the wrong people to be together. On the road of life, I cling to the action of looking back again and again, and then I feel sorry for him, I feel sorry for him, and I can also refuse all those who love me for him … blindly, missing, helpless, regretful, after all, I can't understand the true meaning of life …
Essay on the Afterglow of Sunset 2 If you can choose in the past, you don't want to face the result of today.
The vacancy of feelings has always been made up by friendship. I thought I would die of old age, but I just didn't think I would betray my loved ones.
Or it's a bit too much to say, or it's been deceived for some time now.
But even if you can see clearly and see the distance getting longer and longer, you will start to panic again and again.
Suddenly I hope to have a small house, which can lock me, all my restless emotions and restless little universe.
It's just that once I calm down and think of myself doing this, I feel childish and ridiculous.
No one can help you divide anything, but life has come out by yourself since ancient times. Do you still want someone to accompany you silently to the end? It's wishful thinking.
The afterglow of the sunset, with or without afterheat, can't stop the cold of winter from attacking again and again.
I forgot how long I still remember complaining, because being busy really made me forget the pain, but now my head has stopped thinking, and all the problems I avoided are exposed.
Yesterday, the owner of the printing factory told me: Man, don't always show your pessimism, don't always live in a negative world, then your world will really be different. But if you face it with an optimistic attitude, your world will be another landscape.
I didn't understand it then, but I understand it now. Some things can only be understood but not expressed.
Thinking of the years we walked hand in hand, looking at the old photos, the warm current unconsciously generated in my heart is still frozen by the current cold eyes.
God, it's already so cold. Why is it getting cold again?