If autumn is not autumn, sorrow is greater than heart death.
A long time ago, I saw this sentence and gently branded it on the white wall.
At that time, time still stayed in the corner, next to a pile of tall textbooks. Years buried in books, quietly precipitated into memories, unwilling to touch scars easily. Who always thinks that the whole world will make way for us as long as we want to go?
Suddenly looking back, I found that I had gone so far, and when I turned around, I was close at hand. Time didn't wait for me, but you forgot to take me away. Memory is like a pearl left at the bottom of the sea. No matter how to find it, I can't find that look, and I can't forget tenderness. The rest, it is a ferocious night, the autumn wind is tight, and the geese fly south.
Now, the moon outside the window is still an annual reunion with people who have left their homes. However, on this day next year, who will be here and who will leave sadly. The autumn wind is getting tighter, and the thin dress can't wrap the cold exposed to bare skin. Cold memories, lost on the way we met. So, when we meet again, we just pass by. The landscape remains the same, and it is the heart.
Once so high-spirited, now so decadent. This year, with so many joys and sorrows, where will you go? In this long drama of life, struggling. Self-righteous acting can fool everyone, but not yourself. When it's all over in the dark, hold your knees tight. Can you still grasp the past?
You were so young and frivolous at that time. Try everything you care about, even if it is a knife and a mountain of fire, you are willing to take a break. Now, the busy figure has finally become tired and degraded. The lights were dim and no one noticed. How many tears are hidden in your smile as before? What is annihilated is the edges and corners that you once publicized.
In its place, find its place. Who can really have no regrets? I have provoked too many burdens, and I can't easily unload them. Everything needs to be faced alone. Cheating, whose heart should I hurt? Even if it is black and blue, it can't escape, and it bears hope. So, I can only say to myself over and over again, when tears blur my eyes, it's okay, I'm fine. That is, choose and not regret. Perhaps, everything has a reason. Why you can't give up easily.
The night wind is cool and my thoughts are floating. Dust-laden pen and ink, how to tell the decline of today. Always in the choice, constantly face the way you want to go. This road is so difficult and long. When I looked back, I found that those who cared about it were gone. They are trapped in footprints and deeply embedded in the cold earth's crust. However, no amount of sunshine can grow the fruit of memory. They died in tears.
Precipitate in the memory and stage your own one-man show. You can't know how much rouge that player used in this scene to hide his sadness and give you the perfect smile. The dress is still gorgeous, and the face is gaunt. It is always in constant description and deduction that you can show what you need. I dare not watch any more. Everything after light makeup is like autumn with fallen leaves. Looking back, you were in tears.
How to write lyrics to write a regretless elegy for memory? How to compose music, so as to speak a deep Sanskrit for memory? Perhaps, the song is not a song or a tune. The rest, again and again, are dumb and out of tune. However, as long as you are pious, it is heaven after all. Only I have heard this song, so I don't care where it is played in heaven and earth. There are some things that one can understand.
No one will stay because of who. Overthrow the whole world and still can't find your reflection. Huang Hunxiao still appears in the night that you can't see. Who said finding fireflies in autumn would make your wish come true? Then, how many wishes are there in those flashing fluorescent lights, and they are gradually submerged. Where you can't see, wishes will fossilize into bodies in the earth's crust. No matter how hard I try, I can't find your fluorescence.
Unforgettable is the solidified memory on the tombstone. What remains unchanged through the ages is that flowers bloom and fall in the cycle of the four seasons. Anyway, I am here, in the corner you have forgotten, singing solo over and over again, which belongs to the elegy of memory.
If autumn is not autumn, sorrow is greater than heart death. In the dream, in the dream, you dream of leaving. Pen and ink sketch is a one-man show. Everything, that's all.
If autumn is not autumn, why not worry?
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Trim your eyebrows frequently and be busy with the mirror table.
Put on your hands with fake jade eyes.
I hope I can increase the number of meals and accommodations today.
Please don't bring beautiful women.
A person, a city, distressed for a lifetime.
No sorrow in the water, wrinkled by the wind; Yamahara is not old, as a white head.
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One,
Once again, I came to this city that has lasted for six spring and autumn. When his feet stood on this familiar and strange land again, there was only one thought in his heart: he wanted to see her.
He picked up his mobile phone, neatly pressed a string of Arabic numerals engraved in his mind, and his heart was full of expectation. Voice prompt from mobile phone: Sorry, the number you dialed does not exist.
His eyes darkened and his passion disappeared. He buried his head deeply. He knows that worldly helplessness is like an iron lock, which locks her mobile phone number for too long until it rusts and falls into the dust.
He stared at the city that fell in love with her at first sight, brightly lit and full of traffic. How he hoped to meet her in the vast sea of people, even if it was just a gentle greeting and an alternate look.
She once said: "a city will be gorgeous because of the existence of one person;" Similarly, it will be eclipsed by a person's concealment. "He misses her feelings.
The wind blows pear blossoms, and in the soft moonlight, what comes back is a little bit of beauty's quiet heart, which turns into pear blossoms and falls in your palm. Don't do this, often not once, and you will be wrong in this life.
Second,
He concentrated all his energy, captured her every move in his mind and smiled. The fate broke up, so that he and she could not meet today, and the Ming Dynasty would never see each other again.
He had deliberately avoided her, not because he didn't love her, but because he loved her deeply. Now the sea of people is boundless, and his heart has followed her to an unknown distance. Where will his body go? He doesn't know. He once pursued inner peace, but never thought that helplessness would be worse than death!
Her birthday was coming, and he wanted to give her a surprise. Now, however, the only way for him to contact her is a QQ number with no open space.
He turned on his laptop, and the black and white QQ avatar came into view, just like the night in the city, cold and lonely. She's not online. Maybe the number has been abandoned. A thousand words in his heart can only be reduced to silence.
A leaf blooms in pursuit, a flower blooms in the world, and acacia lasts for life. Her position in his heart will never be replaced by anyone, even if she is a drowned rat.
He lit a cigarette and began to smoke in his chaotic sight, tangled and helpless.
He clearly remembers every birthday of her in the past six years. He wished her happiness. As long as she is happy, he is willing to give up everything and want nothing more. After six years of hard work, he is now successful in his career. He knows that she likes a house with French windows, and he has bought two sets. She can live without it, and neither can he.
He clicked on her photo, the only one. Bright eyes and white teeth, shallow dimples, sunny smiles, and thoughts grow wantonly. They all say that "men don't cry lightly, and their feelings are not deep." His tears still didn't flow on his own.
Third,
Without her, the city is empty to him, and he should go back.
I remembered a message she sent six years ago: When will I stay apart? Yes, he left the city, leaving his figure behind, but he couldn't let go of his life.
He wants to say to her: "If you are well, it will be the greatest comfort in my life;" Things change. If something goes wrong, you must be able to afford it, put it down and live on. You must eat well, sleep well and take care of yourself. "
If beauty is only for a love, let life be only for this love and only love one person. A person, a city, distressed for a lifetime.
I want to see the sunshine tomorrow.
Some pain, even if healed, will leave a faint wound.
Some things, even the past, will be engraved in your heart forever.
Some people, even if they want to forget, can't let go of that emotion.
Pain, how painful it is, still makes people so obsessed, painful, painful, it's time to pin their hopes on tomorrow's clouds.
People are not what they used to be, but their hearts remain the same.
A person walks in time, and several years have passed unconsciously. Looking from a distance, Xiao Suo's life can no longer find vitality, memory of the soul and ink fragrance. I can't tell the endless sadness of the past, write down the season of flowers, sing and laugh, bid farewell to the world of mortals, and linger quietly for a period of vicissitudes. Lost dreams are still obsessed with the past. Broken memories pour in the lonely night, and the sadness you left me for a lifetime turns into a breeze, and the frost blows the leaves all over the floor.
The heart will fade, but the fragrance will not fade. Just because we met in this life, in the world of mortals, I always open my heart to you, throw away my worries, think of my drunken thoughts, and never forget to play the piano in this life. Fireworks are easy to get cold, and dreams are shattered. In the past years, my heart was only desolate. Pondering over the sad songs of fate, silent thoughts accompanied by bitter tears, filling the sadness of three generations with a cup of time. I can't give up my thoughts in my heart, and my heavy heart can't see through my inner confusion, and I have performed a painful parting. Watching time fly coldly, only the world of mortals is left, drifting away with love.
Don't want to be buried by time. When the world of mortals meets, fireworks are flourishing, leaving only half a paper and ink. It was you who caressed me in time, and the enchanting charm tempted me to be affectionate to you. Otherwise, how can I travel through time and space, through dusty Qian Shan, to find' you, reminiscing about time'? Time has been stripped of its red makeup by years, and it has been soaked by lush years. When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, I was haggard and tired. If I am not full of passion, why am I so sad today? The faint figure has gone away with the fallen leaves, so there will be no more flowers. Can there be no footprints in the blank snow?
My soul drifted away, taking away the swaying years, leaving only a wandering ghost, the world of mortals confused by glass, and the lost years. I still hold the fragrance in my life, enjoy it in loneliness and stare quietly! The dream of the future is engraved with eternal acacia. How can autumn frost wither mercilessly, bury the way home when it comes, and how can it find its glory again? The dream of love dances in autumn. The ruined dream of youth will only disappear if it is written in light ink. Jincheng has put on a song and put on a blue shirt, and British people have flown in. The rest of the tenderness is still looking forward to remembering. The world of mortals has passed, still waiting for you to turn around and look back. The ups and downs of the lights on the other side are shrouded in the dust of the world, and the heart fades with the years, and it can't wait for the reincarnation of fate. A thousand years of love has been sealed by a beautiful pen tip.
I am willing to rebuild for a thousand years and then find a lonely place. Looking back suddenly, don't be alone. Three thousand prosperous self, still waiting on the other side. Under the old pagoda tree, a tear is love, and your face is not old for you. The cold wind still brings you attachment. If time can go back, in the distance, I am willing to join hands. People are not what they used to be, but their hearts are still the same. Leaves in late autumn are the same as in the past. In this life, if I never leave you. ...
I hope to hold hands from time to time and see happiness with a blooming time.
The ups and downs in the world, I just want peace of mind!
See one side, leave one side.
Separated, this is to experience. ...
I remember I was really happy when I was in kindergarten. At that time, my sisters were in grade five or six, and we lived together every day to play house, teachers and classmates, doctors and patients. It's naive to think about it now. However, I am so happy. Now, my sister is old, and she is not what she used to be. Meeting again is like a stranger, I don't know what to say, I don't know how to speak. We should think before we speak. Not together, each other, grown up, less childish, more mature. We can't go back to the childish game before, just because we don't play together, and we talk less after a long time. We grew up, learned more, and lost our childishness. This is something we have to experience, but we always feel that we don't want to. ...
I remember when I was in the first grade, I couldn't say stupid at that time, I could only say naive. We are very happy and excited. Although we don't know the reason, it may be because we can make new friends, or maybe we didn't know the word "parting" at that time. I still remember that when I signed up, I asked a classmate's name. Her name is four words, which is not easy to write. I asked her again and again, and she took the trouble to tell me. Hehe, so cute.
Now, never, between classmates, there is less trust and more speculation. As long as you do something wrong, you may not find it, but your classmates will always remember it. I always thought that my classmates got along well. But last semester, I found that there was so little trust between my classmates, and there was a film between us. Although it is only a thin layer, it is very strong and cannot be crossed. Students' thoughts have also changed and become unclean. Always think something you shouldn't think, do something you shouldn't do and say something you shouldn't say. I thought I wouldn't swear before, but now I find that we can never return to the past, and we can never return to the original innocent us. We have changed so much that we don't even know each other. So sad.
I remember when I graduated from the sixth grade. At that time, it was already a bottleneck, and it was useless to learn again. I will play some interesting games with watermelon and make my deskmate sick. On the eve of graduation, we talked about the hope of graduation together. I always hope that I can teach new friends and say goodbye easily. But saying goodbye is really painful. I want watermelon, chicken feathers, Xiao Pang and Ren Meimei to sit at your table. I want to think about it. The last time we were together, that night, I cried. I know the taste of parting for the first time, the pain in my heart, and I have always wanted to give you a gift at the same table. I don't have the courage to give it to you This is my first regret.
We have only been apart for less than 20 days, but when I saw my classmates, we just ignored them. In less than 20 days, we changed from classmates who meet every day to strangers. Why? Respecting each other will only make us forget each other. Slowly, the happiness we once had gradually turned into memories in our minds. When we meet in the street, we just pass by and have no other words.
Can't go back to the past, can't remember memories. ...
Happiness when we meet, pain when we leave, pain when we recall, hardship when we leave, forgetting when we grow up, and strangeness when we meet. ...