Li Jiao's Prose

The cold wind cut open the dream that began in my memory, and the swaying world wrote a person's wandering. Every inch of fiber movement will make me throb for the old age washed away by years. In the stormy process, life is like an umbrella that can't be opened. At the moment of stagnation, the rain fell into the deep heart. In an instant, everything freezes with the slide of ice and rain. My heart is touched, and the night I heard it was an unforgettable scar. Tear drops's moment became vague and long, and the voice accompanying his growth was like the silence between Li's extinction. There was no sound, nothing was felt, and the old days passed like this. Listening to classical music, the lyrics keep shaking, like sparks in the night sky, everything is like a dream, and the youthful campus is a doomed encounter in the dream. Space for growth, time is an expired ticket for youth, and you can only choose to move forward. Sometimes in life, you can stop to see the scenery or listen to the whistle and find your lost freedom on the road. Youth is gone forever, never to return to the past. Time is like leaves carved with romantic feelings, and all leaves are vicissitudes. In an instant, meditation can also be buried, time goes by, and we just sail away. When I grow up, the responsibilities we face are unbearable for me. The more realistic I feel, the more powerless I feel. Time pushed me to the edge of passivity, and I lived in my own world decadent. The paper is full of mottled memories. Memories have pulled my life back for a long time and lost my way. My heart gradually lubricates into cold raindrops, which cross the edge of the umbrella corner and drop on my white shoes, making the cold winter even colder. I looked at the dim light and felt like a lonely passer-by. In the dark corner, a person chooses to move forward. Loneliness is like a friend lurking around me. When I am alone, he will always accompany me and never leave me alone. I will only listen quietly and tell all my memories. If everything is just a dream, we can go back to the days when I want to cry and laugh happily, and then I will forget all the melancholy. Who can read the missing memory or the powerless memory? Nothing seems to be able to recover everything lost in youth. We can only keep our present dreams, open our eyes and look at the memories full of youth. In the season of tears, loneliness is accompanied by snow that won't melt for a long time, and I will never be immersed in the memories of the past, because I am realistic after all, and the boring and repetitive life makes life feel helpless, so I use rebellion to add some meaningless to others in the repetitive life. I think I can never escape my loneliness and time can't stop. Once I panicked, I forced myself to stop, stop, but time is still walking step by step, and I will never stop because of loneliness. I just watched time pass by me. The slightest soul was shattered at that moment, and I really couldn't bear it. Blood wing can no longer spread its powerful wings to protect you. Everything disappeared, with the countercurrent of the years disappeared. Flowers bloom, with fragrance, perhaps more of a lack, but your smile, not the petals that hurt the ground, but my withered heart. If there really is a blue kingdom, I think there must be love in it. I don't know how to cheat It's really simple. It's just that we complicated it and didn't want to accept it. I can't leave my eyes because of my inexplicable headache, but I just don't want to accept it. The white thing accidentally fell on my cheek. I know I still have tears, but why should I leave that precious drop to you? You can't touch me, I can't find my footprints in sadness. I think it was buried in my heart by accident! The cold feeling is like being frozen, and the torture has long passed. The blood dripping from the knife edge falls on the petals, and the pink flowers are more delicate and charming. The gift for you is a drop of blood. There is nothing better. The more depressed I am, the harder it is to sit up. I feel at a loss, as if I had inadvertently overlooked it. My heart is shaking. Maybe it was a kind of cold that froze me together. The fragrance of spring germination can't float, and it is slightly purple. Like my heart, I fell into the candlelight of an isolated city. In the inner loss, love becomes dim, so that I can never understand its meaning. I drifted away alone. I can't see the direction of soul jumping in the dark. Before dawn, my heart was already lost. In the betrayal and countercurrent of our generation, I can never find a clear memory. There are some inexplicable holes in my heart, which are inevitable, so I learned to joke. When dusk swept through all my memories, I clearly found that my thoughts would tremble inexplicably. I really find that one day I really can't stand it. When I was scarred, listening to the song "Heart Rain", I suddenly felt that everything was like a sign of my inner weakness. Tears in my heart have frozen my worries. Standing in the cold autumn rain, I was drenched from street to street until I caught a cold. All my thoughts have become blank, but every word and every different photo will always bring me back to reality, as if I were running hard in the dark, but I still can't get rid of the bondage of reality. So I face the fear of the night with silence. For me, youth is just thoughts and memories, and the rest is the peace of life. When a person walks, he walks in a person's street with the sun shining on him and his hands spread out. My left hand is full of prosperity on the right bank, my right hand is full of quiet desolation, and loneliness is still blindly accompanying me. Reality always taught me how to face it. There is only rain in the sunny space, and it is only rain in the deep heart. Always wandering in the dark, a person, even can not find a partner, cold and lonely, and then show expectations in the dark. However, I can only helplessly listen to the loneliness and silence of the night, and the cold protection makes life calm like a stagnant pool. It doesn't make sense whether it's on or off. My sad heart has finally come back, and my familiar self has already become strange, and I have to pretend that nothing happened. It doesn't seem to end. I don't know how to start. When I stood at the top of Gushi High School, looking at all the vague things in the distance, it seemed that I suddenly had an epiphany. Listening to Feng Chanjuan's songs, my heart was a little calmer, but it seemed a little more forgotten. The injustice of life always knocks open scars, big and small, and exchanges the happiness of love with the price of scars, and smashes the inner soul with the happiness of love. It seems that everything is doomed, but I still can't forget it, and I can't let it go, but it is redundant after all, a little scar, endless tears and endless blood, but I still want to live like this. Life is like a mirror, exposing its true side to its own eyes and letting people around it see it better. It's just that some people are used to hiding their true side with something, or some people don't want to see the people around them clearly. I don't know if they want to or dare. Only when we get used to defining who, do we find ourselves so strange to a person, not because we don't know enough, but because we don't know enough. The feelings in my heart can also deliberately deceive my heart and blindly show my true side to people around me. There is no doubt that our young lives always know nothing about trust. But it's only a matter of time before reality always distinguishes everyone around us. The betrayal of life, the imprint of years can not be easily erased after all. Missing and remembering make the heart not know whether to love or hate, so a page is full of sad periods. Everyone is just a dispensable existence in the world. It's just that we take ourselves too seriously When we know ourselves, we will find that everything is not what we imagined. We just want to prove our position in a person's heart, but our years. When the sun shines on me, my heart feels warm for no reason. Life is such a big and small resume. Every page is a pen. Even if it's not perfect, I still have to go through it. My daydreams will always be overloaded. The change of mode forced me to give up, and I could only escape if I didn't hold on tightly. Only in this way can I endure a kind of cruelty. In the dark, I only have permanent silence, as if I would leave something when I open my mouth. The combination of winter snow and cold weather makes me breathless, but under such oppression, I am still looking for a place where I should stand, but the direction is always vague and I am at a loss. I am like an ignorant child. Holding a colorful photo, the rattan is still so clear, but everything has been changed by vicissitudes. The moon is bright and the leaves are flying. Everything is like the sadness of parting. No farewell, no nostalgia. On a rainy construction site, standing alone in the rain, watching you disappear, makes life a distorted photo. I can't see you clearly, and I can't let you see my deep retention. A long street was blocked by passing cars. I stood in a corner and looked at the end of the road, only to find that the end of the road was just the reality in front of me. Flowers bloom, the fragrance wafts, and the rich red and white collocation is like an angel's wedding dress, which smells unbearable. My choice may be a mistake, but I would rather close it bit by bit in my mistake than recall and forget the past. The tearful sky rolled up my thoughts, stretched my feelings and forgot. But emotion is innocent, forgetting will only hurt your heart. So I didn't think much. I was alone in the rainy night, lighting that sad song. You and I come from two different worlds, you know? Because fate came together, thank you for letting me not be lonely in loneliness. I hope you will think of me when you are lonely, so that you will not be sad and lonely. Do you know that?/You know what? Life is a post station everywhere. With a gentle wave of your hand, it becomes a permanent departure. But I will always remember you, because we used to be very good and strange friends, and we will always be friends. The cold wind opened the first dream in my memory. I still remember and will never forget your existence. It rained yesterday, and my sadness became dull, but I hesitated at the window and wondered if one day, you would suddenly disappear from my world. Knowing you is the beginning of my happiness. Seeing your lovely world become simple, like the beauty of the first rose, but I know I am your passer-by, but I don't know if you are my passer-by, so I don't want you to suddenly disappear into my world, but the reality makes it impossible for you and me to see each other clearly, so I will. This is just a diary of mine. I remember every day in it. Every word is my true side. But I look hypocritical in front of the truth, like a blank sheet of paper, which will break when I hold it gently. I don't like to face a person like this, because I'm afraid that my inner loneliness will spread to people around me and I won't have too much contact, but I like to use various articles to make my life not lonely. I want to use my own words. The article is really false, sad and gratifying, moving and boring. I will also compare myself to a fish. I will try my best to find an exit out of water, but fish can't live without the water that gives it the source of life. I compare myself to an eagle. I want to fly out of the blue sky with all my strength, but I can't leave the sky that gives it a source of hope after all. And our meeting is like taking a bus. You and I are destined to sit together, then get off at the next stop and leave forever, but it will leave a long memory. I habitually look out of the window with a 45-degree surplus. When I have a pen in my hand, I can keep writing a long article. When my eyes are fixed on a point for a long time, except for white paper, it is black, and my eyes are particularly uncomfortable. I kept writing for a long time, and my eyes were particularly uncomfortable at the moment I looked up. There are few people in the classroom, but my heart stays on my own paper and there will be a lot of life. Waiting, the world is long, lonely and helpless. So I live quietly in my own loneliness. I can't let go. The life of college dropouts is limited, so every article will be more or less limited, just like a painting paper outlined by oil paints. Because the pen is big and the paper is small, I can't use color fluently to complete my masterpiece. The falling rain fell on my shoulders, and I looked up helplessly at the falling rain in the sky. It's raining harder and harder, and I can't count whether it's my tears or rain. I just vaguely remember that I haven't shed tears for a long time, but why did I drop them today? Vaguely, it is such a night. I'm drunk and I'm still alone. I'm still curled up with a headache, remembering the past over and over again. I still remember those drunken nights alone. I still sleep alone in the cold bed, and no one comforts me. Don't burden yourself with your world. Sometimes what the eyes see is not necessarily true. I know I can't explain it clearly, but I believe my feelings. I don't know what to say. I just want everything to be natural. Do your own thing if you feel right. Don't do it if you don't want to. Don't regret doing something wrong. It turns out that life can be so lonely that we have no way out. According to the realistic script, we performed joys and sorrows. I can still clearly hear the tears in our hearts freeze and then slam on the protective layer of reality. The broken sound is like a cut-off river, and a life without company is like a knife in adolescence, and then everything is scratched by glue. It seems that everything is beyond recognition. Standing alone on the road, blowing the winter wind. Leaving is a ticket booked in advance, but I just don't know when it will disappear forever in this world. Maybe I am waiting, waiting for the autumn wind to weaken, waiting for the freezing rain to make me forget the past, waiting for us to forget each other's existence forever. I can't explain my sadness and don't want to explain it. I just want to live like this, without thinking, which will be my last sorrow, because many times, I want to go back to the way I used to be. I can live, why should I anesthetize my nerves with sadness? The road is still a long way, but it doesn't stop for me, so I can only keep going. When the cold brought me back to reality, I didn't know where I was, and I didn't know whether to go on or go on or wait until the night was completely dark. It's cold. I can't stand the cold winter night and my cold heart. I can only think hard and remember the people around me in various ways, because I don't want to forget, and I don't want to forget all the memories that have appeared. When a person wobbles on the road, the memory of the breakpoint can make him die. I try to live a good life on all cold edges. When the sun penetrates the darkness, my heart is sublimated. We may think that our lives are different, but we don't expect to use every day in the same place and repeat it again and again. This is the world. We don't think about it when we don't know what to think, because we all know that there is no need to care about things that have nothing to do with ourselves. I think so, but I don't know what people around me think. Maybe I'm thinking something that has nothing to do with me. Maybe people can be really boring, just like my life. At one end of the traffic lights, I stood there waiting for the red light to stop. The green light turned on, then went out, and the red light turned on again, but I didn't know whether I should continue walking alone. That's it. I've been waiting. I looked at people coming and going, and I still stood there waiting until my heart could exist with the night. I haven't been selfish for a long time and I don't know why. I am used to sitting on my bed, listening to my favorite music and waiting for the bell for class. But no matter how depressed I am, no matter how arrogant I am, I just want to be stronger. I don't know whether I gave myself the right to be sad or whether sadness infected my life. Memories will also make me feel heartbreaking. I really want to get away from a day. I can set myself completely free in one day. I feel so cold. I really want to forget my true feelings. This life, this feeling, this repetition, is like a piece of paper full of handwriting. No matter what I do, even if I forget, I can't completely forget all the words. So I kept writing with a pen and filled in one after another. Until the words written in my mind are reproduced, I think it is impossible, because there will be new memories every day. I thought memory was a written article that would not increase or decrease, but now I know I was wrong. The longer I remember it, the more articles I will use to remember it clearly. When we grow up and remember, I will say, you should understand now that you are so important in my heart, and what is the freezing of life in 3. 1 In the dining hall, classroom and dormitory, I took a repeated road and didn't stay to see the flowers. I'm just used to keeping my head down and going my own way. Whether it is full of romantic love or romantic love, I am who I am after all. I have no sympathy and I don't give in to power and wealth. I really just want to live simply like this. The title page of youth is full of the best memories of youth, which have been treasured for a long time. Words that have not been seen for a long time wriggle around on the paper, making the diary abstract. When listening to songs, you can't drop your pen. When I really want to write something, I always forget my writing or the end of the article. The moment the meteor crossed the sky, I realized that I didn't know which one was for you. There were 999 silent stars in the wishing bottle on the windowsill, but I couldn't keep the people around me, and even I had to stay away from here. The mountains and rivers in the distance are endless, and everything written in them belongs to meditation. Through the window, the defeated winter freezes everything in a corner, and this corner is particularly cold this winter, freezing everything in the other world, so that when we are infatuated, we always don't know when to stop thinking. We can't forget the things we have always wanted to forget, but when we think it is impossible to forget in this life, in the days we never forget, we completely forget, and the more we think about it, the more we feel blank. In this sad and bright March, I beat the horse from my thin youth, through viola, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence, the noisy voice has no feelings, but it is filled with endless sadness. Forgetting is our unchangeable fate, and everything is like misplaced paper. Memories are like rotten leaves, those fresh and green have long been buried at the front end of the time scale, and only the overwhelming smell of decay remains at the end of the time scale. The rainy season finally put me on the opposite side of reality in advance, so I missed a lot of things inadvertently in life. The meteor crossed an arc and threw a brocade like a weaver girl. Winter night, the past quietly passed away, leaving only a clear heart. When a person only has memories, his life will probably always be boring, but sometimes there are no memories. This kind of life can be said to be completely meaningless, so the walking dead take up more space for others. When the dawn of the morning opens the night sky, on a cold night, standing alone on the balcony, watching the lights at dusk and the pedestrians drifting away downstairs, isolated and cold, how many people can understand? The night with pride, like a wanderer returning in the morning, releases his desolate loneliness into everyone's heart in a depression on one side. The night sky at night is blurred because of loneliness or cold, so the scattered stars are blurred and filled with endless acacia greetings. Because it was too heavy, it began to fall down when it rose into the air, hitting me, so memory became an indispensable existence in my life. I stood on the balcony, and all I saw was the cold breath freezing my thoughts, which could not be released from my heart anyway. My heart gradually lost in the growing period. Have you ever thought about my existence? On the second day after I left, I handed all my memories to the night, but who would understand that blank memories are like repeated letters, and after repeated countless times, my thoughts become blurred. The quiet night gives people a lot of room for reverie, but I don't know what to think in my heart, and I feel blank and powerless. I can only immerse myself in the dark to listen to the silent voice. I don't know if the world is still or stopped, which makes people smell the loneliness at the end of the Millennium. I wrote an indescribable mood, looking at a lifeless picture, such as stagnant water that sank after the tide receded, without any vitality, like a true portrayal of my inner loneliness. Reality always makes people can't see everyone around them clearly, so they want to stay away from this person's figure, just like living in their own world, just like a person standing on the balcony looking at the real side of the world, black and harmonious drawing paper, outlining perfect lines, setting off lights, and putting a mysterious veil on the Acropolis, which makes people unpredictable. When my clothes were soaked, I felt the cold at night. Turn around and leave the back to the night, a beautiful night. There is no noise and no one bothers me. I feel very comfortable. It is a new dawn, and the world is still repeating day after day. When the sun shines warmly on the bedside, sleepiness disappears, and it is another sunny day. It's only a long time since I came back to real life from my dream and began to repeat my college life endlessly, but I never thought when everything could end. Perhaps the law of life has formed an irreversible inertia, and it is impossible to change the traces of time. A new day, life can't go on because of change. When the nerves are numb, the heart can't be calm, and the desire for the outside world has already flown far away with the dream of the heart. The post-90s youth seems to be worn out by something, which makes the article lifeless. The articles I have read are not enough to affect a person's life. Now carefully savor, adolescent articles are like backward autumn leaves, giving people the feeling of not making progress, but also blindly sinking. When we are far away from backwardness, we also forget the development of literature, such as poetry, songs, novels, poems and essays. Literature has gone through a long journey, and after several generations of storms, we are obsessed with poetry, and every sentence is the condensation of classics. Undoubtedly, the development has lowered our requirements for literary thoughts, and made us lack a lot of things during the sinking period, and rarely read books that have nothing to do with life. A snow in winter took away all the noise and a long-lost autumn, a small village. There is no smoke in the morning, only a few barks of stray dogs show the vitality of the morning. One moment the sun is shining, and the other moment the winter is an incomplete diary. No matter the beginning or the end, the article seems to be separated, and there is no emotion in the emptiness. Suddenly I feel that everything is a beautiful encounter. Let the article have no feelings, but the article without feelings does not belong to the article after all. In life and cognition, I think it is better to give up prose. Every time, there must be a beginning and a choice to make everyone happy and every scene warm. I am always sad. My idea is innate, and I can't spread my sadness to everyone. Those who dare to give up and choose have a long way to go. Although it is fictional and has no sense of reality, real life is not the untruthfulness of superfluous phenomena, but the untruthfulness that we are used to. Miss can be far or near, when I hold the spring sunshine, in order to commemorate the days when you are together. Life is getting more and more dull, bitter and tasteless. I regret not saying goodbye when I left. I thought everything was a parting encounter, and I thought it would happen soon. I stood at a point until you walked on. I can go back to the original point, to the place where we once separated, but I have to go. I don't think I'll meet him after I leave. I just want you to see the meeting chapter written by my excessive thoughts. Do you remember the diary we once wrote? Everything once belonged to the same place and had the same personality. Now I can only talk about some boring topics on my mobile phone, but who can understand it? If there is a cloud in my heart, and every drop is endless acacia, it will always rain inside. Who will forget, who will remember, the moon outside the window has changed into new clothes, new clothes are full of chill, and there is no gap in my heart. I'm sorry! No one can stop me from leaving, I know we will never meet, but when I look back on yesterday, I know we have never forgotten, but we will never meet or meet again. If an article can be full of memories, memories can make me happy. I promise you, the ends of the earth will never forget what you look like in life, nor will they forget the memories left for you. When I watched the time pass by me day by day, blowing away the long-lost attachment, I understood. Gemini is a lonely person by nature. Don't try to keep Gemini away from sad words. I haven't written a poem for a long time, because I know it's a patent promised to you, so I haven't thought about writing a poem in the past for a long time, because I will only save the best one for the sad girl, and the neon lights will turn on at night. I just don't know if you will feel the same way when I look out of the window. I know that if I leave, I won't come back to meet you again. You will also choose a quiet existence in your life. Before you leave, can you keep your promise? Most of the time, I don't know whether it's deliberate stagger or fate. Anyway, I can only see your back, and you never look back, so we just stay away again and again. I look at your back until you disappear by my side. Short memory, when I meet a girl like you, I feel that everything has gone back to the past, but she won't call me brother. I know that after I leave, we will be strangers, remember, remember, so that we can continue to be sad in our memories. But I think this may be my unchangeable fate. I don't want to lose such a friend with the same personality as you. If there is rain in your heart and it can keep raining, then always tell yourself. Open the window, the cold wind outside the window makes me feel cold. For a long time, I have been lying outside the window looking at a heavy star, and my eyes have been hurting. Then I wrote everything on a piece of paper with articles on it. The opened paper pieced together the memories full of articles, and then tore them into countless pieces. When you are away, there is not a word, and every word touches the injury alone. Therefore, notes always disappear from their own world inexplicably, but I know it is unrealistic after all. It began to rain outside the window again, and my clothes were wet. A person just walked in the rain without thinking about anything. Everything is just a never-ending rain, which keeps raining and never stops. The cold weather, the muddy road on the corner, and the cars coming and going covered one end of the trouser leg tightly. If the heart can not die and life can go on indefinitely, then life will not be melancholy or lonely. I live a dull life every day. I can write an article in my spare time, surf the Internet for a while, stay alone quietly, and then play games on my mobile phone or try to read a short article. Of course, if I have more time, I will sleep alone. I was not born blue, but I am doomed to a good fate that no one can change. It doesn't matter who is right or wrong, such a reality will be boring to change, but I don't know if I like this life. I tread the path to find the true side of life. If there were no sadness, I wouldn't have so many essays, because every word and sentence is a true article in my heart, without any falsehood, it is the true side of my heart, but I show you my inner loneliness. Maybe introverts are afraid of being seen through by others, but I have never been so worried, because Gemini's heart is doomed to be unreadable, and I just disguise my truth better with my own articles, so no one can understand me, just like facing the sea, no one can appreciate its profundity. So many people dare not trust me easily, because everyone is afraid of being hurt. When you can't see a person clearly, no one will really trust a person. Youth is like a blank sheet of paper. Imagination has changed real life. Memory is the best brush. When life can choose to pause, diary can remind me of our existence. Every chapter will write down a person's thoughts in words, but no one has read it, and I have been writing it, never thinking about forgetting anyone, because everyone is a book, and the book is full of many stories of growth. Understanding means that life allows me to savor everyone in my spare time, write my memories in a book with my own articles, and then browse, taste and recall at will when I have nothing to do.