This kind of beauty is called giving up time:
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Every time you give up silently, give up a friend who you have loved for a long time but have no destiny; give up something Investing in something but getting nothing; giving up a certain spiritual expectation; giving up a certain thought. At this time, a kind of sadness will arise, but this sadness does not prevent us from starting over.
Listen to the music again in a new time and space; tell the story again! Because this is a natural farewell and abandonment, it is full of detached spirit, because of the beauty of sadness!
I once had a feeling that I wanted to make it forever. After many years, I found that it had gradually disappeared. Later I realized: What we hold in our hands may not necessarily be what we really have, and what we have may not necessarily be what we really engrave in our hearts! Then I understand that life often requires a pair of quiet care and conscious giving up!
There are too many beautiful things and wonderful people in the world. We have been struggling to pursue the beauty we do not have. In order to obtain, you are busy, and what you really want and want will often only be understood after many fleeting years, and you may even spend your whole life without knowing where you will end up! And for the good things we already have, we are anxious and worried because of the experience of often gaining and losing them.
The sigh of the setting sun, the worries of flowers blooming and falling, life is inherently unhappy! Because when we have it, we may be losing it, and when we give it up, we may be gaining it again. In fact, we cannot have absolute certainty about everything. If you are dedicated to chasing and possessing, it will be difficult to get out of external objects and then yourself, and the involuntary sadness and sadness in life will be even heavier!
So life needs to sublimate a quiet and detached spirit. People who understand know how to give up, people who are sincere know how to sacrifice, and happy people know how to transcend! When after a few years we know that everyone we like is living a good life, we will be even more satisfied! "I did not come to this world because of you, but I am more attached to this world because of you. If I can be with you, I will walk away silently, but I will still not lose my love and gratitude for this world - gratitude God allows me to meet and part with you to complete a poem created by God! "Life gives us endless sorrow; it also gives us eternal answers. So, An Ran gives up and sticks to detachment!
No matter how the worldly life changes, no matter what personal choice is, no matter how important the things in our hands are, we are brave even though we escape, and we are sad but happy!
Giving up is not retreat, it is just making another choice for a new goal. Life is about constant pursuit and constant giving up. We are yearning for the depths of life as usual, we are giving up gradually as usual, and then becoming firmer!
I will always wake up at night and open up tomorrow without you. -----------How far is eternity?
The sad light rain gently beats this spring, pattering like a lover's cry, moistening the sky and making it sad. This season's wind, with a slight regret, blows through every corner, awakening any seed sleeping in this world.
Unable to withstand the temptation of rain, I walked in the rain, wandering quietly, thinking of the beauty of moistening things silently, which could not hide my heartbeat at this moment. The winter jasmine flowers on the roadside also bloomed early, and the small yellow flowers bloomed happily, you next to me, and I squeezed you, all vying for the love of spring; the oleander buds swayed gently in the rain , seems to be shy, dodging my eyes, here and there are fragments of a flower, as if secretly peeking at me, a person who doesn't understand flowers, I think of a sentence: When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she will be there. The laughter in the bush is nothing more than that; on the gentle willow branches, the old leaves have not faded away, but they are supported by the new green, leaving the treetops and returning to their own land. It has always been like this and has not changed.
Looking up, the sky that should have been bright turned out to be so gloomy, reminding me of the long-precipitated death. This is a beautiful season, and I don’t want my mood to be infected by this beautiful scene. Comedy, so all I can do is to bring her the rarest beauty and embellish this blossoming spring day to her heart's content.
Because I want to remember that I have been here this spring without sadness, which is so good.
Suddenly, I stopped there, and the coming and going of brokenness impacted me. I was like a kind of small boat, drifting and unable to reach the shore, but I still tried my best to maintain myself and not let myself go. Knocked down by the wind and waves.
I like to do things casually. I just muddle along in a superficial way. I don’t want to get entangled with anyone or anything. It’s enough to have a small hobby of my own. Greed and the fragrance of tea are all there. During this time, feasting and feasting are not what I want.
I want to learn to paint, which seems to have been planned for a long time, but it is vaguely a bit far away. I always want to do all the things I like while I am alive, at least at the moment I leave. , I won’t have the slightest regret, because we all know that if you do something, the result is irreversible, so let it be buried with you. I still want to learn guitar, so I can quietly Play your own heart, compose a song or a word for yourself, let yourself flow happily with the music, and be accompanied by your sweetheart all the way...
In this rainy season, what I feel most is parting. Although I haven’t spent much time here, I deeply like the people here, the things here, the flowers and plants here, and everything here. I can’t let go of that beautiful encounter. If there is a chance in the future, I still want to go back to school to make up for the youth that has grown old with the wind. I want to penetrate every piece of land here and tell her that I am back.
I always pretend to be ignorant, deceive others, and tell others about my incompetence, as if begging for a little mercy. The funny thing is that I know clearly but don’t take action. , and let it all go to waste, go, go, go, this damn youth with no place to rest, just go with the wasted years, I won’t miss it anymore.
You said it would still be sunny, right?
Looking forward to it.
Flowers bloom in July
The days are counted page by page, and the time passes minute by minute. The sun was awakened by the heat of summer. I woke up early, and there were some old memories crawling on the window sill, covered by moss marks and the sound of last night's wind. The light rain that comes and goes wets the wings of dragonflies, but never wets the passionate poems. Sitting in a south-facing cabin, the wind blows loudly, and the children next door, with their clear and clear children's voices, Knock on a sleeping door.
In the hot summer, I sit in front of the window and watch the sunlight getting closer and closer, and the shadows getting shorter and shorter, perhaps shrinking into a point, shrinking into the round red mole in my life, and even nothing can be found. , the shadow is you or I am the shadow, never forget a moment. Is there a flower blooming in your hand? Slowly, it unfolds its beauty like a brocade, and then slowly withers under the scorching sun, letting the flower's last song face the sea, surrounded by surging wings, blowing The green branches and leaves I have been attached to all my life, I warm my journey day by day.
In July, the calendar was ruthlessly opened by the wind. In July, lovesickness is nowhere to be found. Not only that face, but also that person gradually became blurry. Add a little more water to the cup and put the books in the drawer, but I can't put my thoughts in the bag. On some dark nights, bright and fading fragments float in my mind, and there is a slow mist hiding behind the smile. , Silence is singing: Understand that when you come back, the memory that cannot prove the fragrance will always be covered with moss. The fragrant beauty has bloomed in spring, the train is far away, and the summer is long. I have forged a body of iron and bronze. In the days of counting the stars, I pretend to give everything back to yesterday.
I always thought that life would be spent like this. I always thought that there was just a plain singing voice coming out of the white window lattice. Unexpectedly, there will be such an encounter again, the clear eyes, the sad words, the dim background, everything is brilliant because of that moment. The seven-color light is projected on the stretched out hand, which is slender and long. The wind and clouds chattering with the fingertips bloom azure flowers. Oh, time is waiting for me, waiting for me in the misty rainy day, and I am still wandering and waiting, Waiting for you to play the melody of mountains and flowing water in my mind.
Everything you have missed, what you have gained, what you have been waiting for, what you have lost, what is unpleasant, what is unsatisfactory will eventually become nothing at the last moment. July will finally leave. My hands are covered in dust. The petals of July fall all over the path, and the rain of July sprays freely. The streets are cold in July. Walking from one street to another, it is empty. I can't find the mask of demonstration. It is destined to stand upright on your branches in a simple way. The pedestrians go away. Without applying powder, I bloom into another kind of lotus with clear soup noodles. , for whom do you stop, for whom do you feel sad?
In July, because of your departure, I lost a whole season of love. When the flowers were blown by the wind, they found their bloom. When you left, I found my sadness. It starts at sunrise, rests at sunset, and as night falls, your shadow follows stubbornly. No flame can be found to draw you away, no song can bury you. Hiding deeply, I still can’t escape your confused eyes. Why don’t we sit quietly, see, reflect, and penetrate the faith of time, gradually becoming red, and the wisp of burning clouds on the horizon——
< p>Thousand-year moonlight gradually appears. In July, in the calm night, they bared their teeth and claws. Typing on the keyboard, many words came out in a row, some sentences after another. The words were like steel needles, piercing into the skin and the internal organs, causing pain in the heart and lungs all the time. It's like some musical notes blooming in the darkness, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched. Maybe, following the tunnel of time, I push away the emotional wall and fall into your arms, speechless all night, or even for the rest of my life. You will Hear the words in my heart?The face in the mirror in the morning light is dim because of the scorching sunshine in July, the high concentration of ultraviolet rays and the burning body temperature. No, there are just no lively songs, no exciting words, and no hearty understanding. The flower buds outside the wall renewed the calendar again, and the vivid footsteps of the past were stretched by the corridor of time. The halo of light loomed in the distance, but it was very close to me. Stretching it out, pulling it in, catching your blurry but clear sight.
The simplicity of wind and frost first appeared on whose head, one or two clumps, thin and dense, even if the roots were removed, the entangled heart could not be removed.
The leaves fell gently and rustling around me. Some stories go far away, and some stories drift closer. In July in the south of the Yangtze River, there are so many dripping affections. In the south of the Yangtze River, it is still just summer. The flowers are turned upside down, the roses stretch towards the heart of the earth, the rain grows fiercely, the beauty is just words in the end, and the pale back walks out of sight. Have you ever regretted it? The weather here is hazy. Have you ever climbed over the wall and visited the roses blooming quietly outside the door? Was the lip taken away last year your kiss? The lover I have imagined for many years has been shattered one by one because of you.
In July, you stand against the wind. In the cantabile years, love and flying are another concept. Love needs to be separated to realize that it is an unforgettable thing. However, indifference is also a state of mind. You look focused, and you never give up. In this unique scene, your bright singing voice flows, your flowing music pours out, and the emotions accumulated for many years are filled with satisfaction and sweetness through the sound of flowers blooming. On the night of love, you slowly spread out your soft love. wing. I understand the words by heart, and the lost articles converge into peace of mind.
Flowers bloom gradually. The soul is approaching and the water is clear to the bottom. The real smiles are dense and dense, and the realistic language is layered one after another. Through the jungle of years, the refined style makes the flames flying forty miles adorned with glass-like necklaces, the pink butterflies flying in the sky walk hand in hand with the breeze, and the passion and words reveal the most primitive candidness in the nobility of the soul.
The flowers bloom silently, testifying to their beauty, the sunshine of July is scorching, and the holy lotuses are blooming in the lines of poems. Looking back brilliantly, another spring blossoms in the faint pain.
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