Summer is a season of passion, and there will always be dreams that tempt the eager soul. In the evening after such a summer rain, I sat in a small pavilion in the community and watched several children playing football in the open parking lot from a distance, sweating like a pig. A butterfly flapped its wings around my skirt, pulling me to rotate with its rhythm ... A pleasant dizziness came, and I looked up at the washed blue sky, and a string of guzheng floated to my ear.
On such a beautiful summer day, looking back, those colorful dreams, those dreams that have not been realized, those beautiful and sad dreams, and those dreams that linger on the horizon have left a deep mark on the feeling of this summer. In the distance, the afterglow of the sunset jumped over the dense leaves happily and poured to the other side of the pavilion. Warm wind and warm mood roll up the shawl's long hair, shake off the summer heat and get rid of the impetuousness in my heart.
I think of a sentence in the book: whoever meets whom in this world was agreed by the Buddha 500 years ago, but you can't push it away, let alone ask for it. I believe this, so do I have an agreement 500 years ago? Who is the man I made an appointment with? I used to fantasize that life began with flashbacks, and those mistakes, setbacks and helplessness would also show poetry, because no one had read them and lost their charm. The truth of fate is far less than an unpredictable future to support a person's life.
I think it was when I met you that I understood the agreement about 500 years ago in my life. I believe again that when God closes a door for us, he will definitely open a window for us. You appear in my dream as a name, and no more language is needed. You are kind, tolerant and measured, and you don't talk much but have special significance. I am not a pessimistic person, but I am really desperate for myself. No sooner had my health improved than you disappeared. Maybe I should be a neglected person. I am a safe woman, so safe that people forget my existence. In fact, I just want to have a heart-to-heart communication in this increasingly flustered era.
Your appearance awakened my heart that has been struggling for many years. You made me understand how ridiculous and unrealistic it is to pursue an imaginary beauty. You let me know that the past can't be repeated. You let me know how blind and stupid it is to find that feeling. If you save me, then you let me know more. I've been wandering around in my own definition for so long ... you taught me that everyone has been hurt and hurt. It is not an ordinary thing to laugh and cry about life.
In the distance, the setting sun shines into the bottom of my heart through the cracks in the trees, spreading the green under my feet, soft as a carpet, and playing a lyrical and quiet melody in the breeze. At this point, I think, flowers, why and for whom. If there is no movement of sun shadows and tree shadows, maybe we won't feel the cycle and return of life. Sweep away the clouds in the world, human life and all things in nature are one.
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On the beach in July, the morning sun is soft and cool. I sit quietly on the soft beach, my heart is quietly moored, and the sea and the sky meet in the deepest part of the horizon. I think God may love the sea and be willing to follow it to the ends of the earth. Perhaps the sky loves the sea and is willing to dedicate its joys and sorrows to the sea; Perhaps nothing to each other, the sea and the sky go their own ways, and there will never be the possibility of intersection.
Faced with this situation, those joys and sorrows, loneliness and sorrows, tears and smiles have all penetrated into my life, slowly slipping through my heartstrings and caressing a melodious song. Think of that sentence: if love goes far enough, it will always meet happiness ... I think if the heart is wide enough, it will be like the sea in front of me, making at sunrise and resting at sunset, bearing the dream of the world of mortals, even if the dream is in the end of the world, it still has its own true colors.
Bend down to hold up the soft sand, just like caring for the once moved and felt. Through my youth, I gradually fell in love with plain things, and even satisfied with a kind of boredom. Life is days, joys, pains, sounds, colors, and all kinds of acceptance and rejection realities, so that we can walk calmly. Quietly let the fine sand flow at the fingertips, I have been unable to retain those memorable details. Just as I believe that every day of life should be commemorated, just as the waves in front of me kiss the beach again and again, no one can refuse wet happiness.
Slowly take back distant thoughts, my long hair is fluttering, thinking that life is a too beautiful word. Whether we understand it or not, each of us is playing with our own life without exception. Close to the sound of the waves, just like that summer evening, quiet and beautiful. Yes, in the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals, everyone has a dream. Whether it is realized or not, everyone is working hard. The scenery in my dream may be understood by myself all my life, just like the blue waves in Wan Li. Its dream may be to follow the sky and meet in the deepest part of blue. ...
In the lingering addiction, the attached eyes plunged into the sea again and wrapped around my heart like a dream. "Generally speaking, there is, but it is not specific." It turns out that the world is so vast and profound that we are just a speck in the world of mortals. If life becomes a drop of water in the sea, how can those who are confused, confused and sad hide from the sea, this day. ...
No matter when, regardless of life and death, today I understand the warmth of summer and the scenery of the sea. On the road of life, I will care for my most beautiful dream with pure soul and persistence, even at the end of the world. ...