Soft melody floats in the middle of the night, sad thoughts are entangled in my heart, and the feeling of pain quietly returns from the left atrium to the right atrium, and keeps going back and forth.
In every familiar street, expectation, voice call, you, thin figure, appear in my sight.
Suddenly, you left my world.
Countless times, what touches the heartstrings are fragments of childhood memories.
Since childhood, I have cherished your photos. In my heart, I have your clear yesterday.
I miss you on the Xiangjiang beach in my childhood, waking my eyes, holding my hand and playing. Behind me, two pairs of deep footprints, one big and one small, smiled.
In the yellowed stationery, I can't think, and there is a long article ... bitter coffee, the only fragrance, has drifted away at midnight and faded ... The waves are still washing the rocks day after day. What you see and feel is still the green riverside garden, the blue sky, and the white clouds like cotton wool floating from time to time. It's still the dark brown reef, and happy laughter still echoes in time and space. However, you can't appear again. On the familiar Xiangjiang River, watch the boat stop with me and look for delicious aquatic products together. You won't stick your head out behind some reef and call my name. Let the waves jump happily ... I received your thoughts in every Ming Che sky, crossed the vast ocean and the boundless space of Qian Shan, tossing and turning, day after day, weighing in my heart.
At midnight, the rain began to shine, just like my missing, moist eyes, but you will never see, clear tears rolling down your cheeks.
Dad, I can't see you on the road of life. When I look back, there are only lonely footprints on the way, sad and serious.
Accustomed to growing up happily under your warm protection, accustomed to enjoying the world without wind and rain behind your thin figure, suddenly, you suddenly disappeared, afraid, helpless, sad and helpless.
Heartache, from the right atrium to the left atrium.
Missing, floating in the midnight sky
Miss the sky prose 2 lit a cigarette, slowly spit out the smoke, immersed in the diffuse smoke, what I pulled out was loneliness, but what I couldn't take away was missing. A cigarette is always so short, but it makes me like it slowly. The faint smell of tobacco makes me like everything slowly.
Perhaps the realm of smoke is my happiness, the confusion of smoke and my loneliness. I send my thoughts to the invisible air, and let a gust of wind take away my thoughts, fog, white and clear air. This time, I sent my thoughts into the air. With a gust of wind, my thoughts drifted away, and I realized the memories brought by the air.
Quietly, facing the breeze, I walked slowly, kissed my cheek with gentle spring breeze, looked up, and there was a lingering loneliness in the clear blue sky. Now, facing the wind, I began to run hard. In the empty Ye Ping, I made a loud wish and let the wind chase for me!
Looking at the blue sky, there is a cloud. In this empty world, there may be a trace of temple temperature! I pursue myself in the sunshine. I am sober about everything I have done, but I can't learn, I can't forget my thoughts, I can't forget the pain you have given me, and I can't learn everything that has disappeared. After the pain, I became more mature. After the injury, I woke up from despair and gradually forgot from sobriety.
Looking up at the sky for a long time, I feel a little cold. I jumped into my heart and shivered, feeling inexplicably sad. In fact, I have always recorded all my feelings in words, sometimes moved, sometimes helpless, sometimes sad, sometimes reluctant, sometimes happy, sometimes sad.
Facing the sunshine, I have too many feelings, maybe my world, just like your world without my figure, so is my figure. I may be lonely occasionally, but I deeply know that I will be lonely sometimes. Some people say that people who like words are particularly sensitive, and small sadness will be magnified 1000 times. I admit my sensitivity, because I can also magnify my happiness a thousand times. Time does not stop, and things are rare. At this moment, the slightly blue sky is no longer dazzling.
Some people say: parents give them life and love, but they will get old sooner or later, and children give them satisfaction and joy, but they will grow up eventually, and love gives them happiness and sweetness, but they must pay the price of a lifetime to care for them. Beautiful appearance is a fragrant flower on the green tree, which blooms in time but withers helplessly. Prosperity is more like a dream, there is fate, and the end of the song is mixed with excitement.
At the crossroads of life, I always face all kinds of traffic lights, but I just stay in one place and stare, missing the distance, the pain of missing, and I can't stop thinking. I looked up at the happiness in the sky, looking for my own happiness starting line, looking for my own happiness, but on the way to find it, I got an unexpected harvest, a rare truth in the world.
I think of everything in the sun, but everything is no longer the happiness I imagined. The memories you brought me, the memories you brought me, and the beauty you brought me are all in my heart. Because I passed by, I didn't give up, and I got today's ending. All I know is that there are endless stories every day. I reached for the air next to me and my thoughts continued to spread. You still stay in my world.