The time stranded in memory
I can’t live without the encounters of mountains and rivers. Walking in the world of mortals, encounters, misses, joys and sorrows, separation and separation, and then pile up a lot of things. Complex world. We are just a drop in the ocean, stumbling and repeating one mistake after another, enjoying it endlessly.
In life, there are always some fragments. No matter what changes in the world have gone through, after settling, they will still be as simple and profound as sand. I always believe that the depth of memory cannot be measured by time.
Every unspeakable period of time is marked with obscurity and hopeless loneliness. Walking on the edge of time, struggling between persistence and giving up, wandering. Choice is like a thorn pricking a dazzling red line on flesh and blood. At that moment, I suddenly began to envy two parallel lines, the eternal distance, neither getting closer nor alienating, never committing to nor leaving.
If a person is too emotional, he will hurt himself and others. Willfulness has burdened the broken life with too much fatigue and desolation. After losing the grace of time, those wandering paths will one day be stranded in the memory of time. I believe that as time passes and the pain dries up, I will learn to smile cleanly and calmly.
There are many things in this world that are far away and cannot be reached. There are always too many unexpected things in the future. You thought it would be a long time coming, but you never asked whether time was willing to be stranded for you.
Time is too thin and the gaps between fingers are too wide. Waiting is always the beginning of a barren season. Sometimes, being brave is not as difficult as you think.
Those gentleness and tranquility lost in the years will definitely meet me unexpectedly in another attitude, on a suitable occasion, waiting for me at that time.
Some memories always break free of their shackles inadvertently, self-righteously teasing out those hidden emotions. It turns out that there are times when time is powerless. Time is too short and forgetting is too long. It still takes a long time to learn to live calmly.
The scenery passing by always carries a fatal temptation. Knowing that there is an abyss ahead, there will always be people who fall without hesitation and are bruised all over and refuse to look back. The power of obsession is always astonishing and terrifying. After stumbling and stumbling, I walked through mountains and rivers, and passed every scene. When all the dust settles, I just want to live cleanly.
So, in those lost and warm times, learn to carry the happiness of the past, in your own way, let the lost ones settle in the years, and let the left behind return with time.
What kind of deep love is needed to be able to bear the wanderings given by time, the lingering covenant, the promise of a white head and a beautiful woman. In the long years, how can the luxury piled up by romance be compared to the years of fireworks, having someone accompany you to taste the dullness and joy of the ordinary days together.
The wind is gentle and the moon is cool. Everything is gentle and the time is just right.