The years pass by and time passes. The place that cannot be reached is called the distance, and the place that cannot be returned is called the hometown.
When I was young, I was pursuing my dreams. When I saw a mountain, I wanted to climb over it; when I saw a river, I wanted to go down to hunt for treasures; when I saw a girl, I wanted to give her the most beautiful bow... But, Time always slips away when people least expect it. There is no time to sigh or feel nostalgia, and it is already an empty city and an old dream, which is the most difficult to get back.
I still remember that when I was young, I didn’t know how to love someone. I thought that to love someone is to own, to follow, to possess; but later, I recalled the girls we chased together in those years. , most of them became other people's wives. Reminiscing about the brothers who accompanied us through the wind and rain in those years, they are now separated in the world and have become fathers. Once upon a time, many of the things we believed in have turned sallow in the mottled years; once upon a time, many of the beautiful things we cherished have long lost their youth; once upon a time, we were young, loved pursuing dreams, and loved life.
In those years, we thought that loving someone was a very simple thing. If you love someone, you just love them. Why worry about others? It hurts, and after the pain is over, youth will come back again. I once simply thought that loving someone is to please her, make her happy, and make her smile, which is the best thing; but later I discovered that what a girl needs is not only someone who can laugh with her, but also someone who can laugh with her. Someone who can give her happiness; later I realized that friendship makes people laugh and love makes people cry. In those years and days, the person who had made her cry was actually the person she loved most, because love was intertwined with tears.
At that time, we often fantasized about the world and life of adults. How great would it be if they could control their own time and arrange their own lives, without having to sit in class for eight hours a day, or commuting between home and school? Later, when I graduated and started working, I realized that we had no freedom and were even less able to fulfill our wishes. Because we have ties, the pressure of life, and the shackles of reality, we are physically and mentally exhausted and unable to struggle.
We have grown from a young boy to a mature and steady father. No one will understand the true feeling of the vicissitudes of life in between, unless they have experienced it themselves. Unless you have walked the road yourself, how would you know if the road is muddy and the road ahead is bumpy? Unless you have experienced heartbeat or pain, who can understand it? What you read in books and listen to are just other people’s stories. Other people’s lives have nothing to do with you. So, we slowly walk into life and listen quietly to the whispers of life.
We remember a person on our fingertips, think about a person in our minds, and bury a person in our hearts. Therefore, some people are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but they still have a close connection; some people have never been heard from, but they still think of them from time to time; and some people have always lived deep in their hearts and never left.
Looking back at the past, we lament that life is impermanent and the years are ruthless. People are subject to unforeseen circumstances, and people are subject to misfortune and good fortune. Once upon a time, the love held in the palm of the hand, the love hidden between the eyebrows, the love hidden deep in the heart, have been dried by the years, leaving only a shallow mark. People say that time leaves no trace, but actually, I think time does leave traces. The strands of green hair turned white, and the wrinkles climbed up the forehead. Only then did we understand the true meaning of the phrase "I will only open my eyes all night long to repay the unraised eyebrows in my life."
So, we began to learn to listen, began to learn to think, and began to walk on the long road of life, with slow steps. We slow down the pace of life, adjust our breathing, and change some ways of thinking. We learn how to love others, how to protect them, and how to protect the love that cannot withstand wind, rain, and the ravages of time. We came from the ruins, but we yearned for love and life under the blue sky. We use the eyes given by the night to look for the light and the lost past.
Counting the passing years quietly, lying drunk in front of flowers. We talk to strangers about our innermost feelings, the joys and sorrows of life, and the sorrow of the past; we tell lies to familiar people to hide the deepest desolation in our hearts. It’s not that we don’t want to push ourselves in front of others, or that we don’t want to open our hearts. It’s because many people wear masks. When we are bruised and bruised by reality, when our hearts are riddled with holes in suffering, when we After being hurt again and again, we begin to distrust people, even the people around us.
In the movie, "Don't talk to strangers" is played. In reality, we are like this too. We don’t talk to the passengers next to us when we sit in the same car; in the same elevator, there is deathly silence, from the first floor to the highest floor, no one talks has become a default habit; in the same office, we smile every day Yes, there are many hidden swords flying around, and you are fooling me. We live in the same blue sky and drink from the same pot of pure water, but we have different people with different hearts, drinking water of different quality and different springs of life.
When we were young, we never thought that a person could live in the heart of another person, and live there for many years, never leaving, and taking root and sprouting so unscrupulously.
At that time, we naively thought that love is between you and me, and love is a romantic relationship.
We spent the pocket money we saved for a semester just to buy her a beautiful bow; we spent a season's thoughts just to watch the ink blue and white flowers with her; we spent half our lives slowly, Slowly trying to forget some people, some things, some past, but always failed in my own heart.
People say that memories are the most powerful poison. Many people have broken their hearts and never recovered. Once upon a time, we met as lovers, went to a romantic feast, listened to the song Butterfly Lovers, listened to a dream story in Red Mansions, and fell in love with each other for a fleeting time. We think that forgetting someone is easier than falling in love with someone. But later, we found out that we were wrong. It turns out that it only takes a moment to fall in love with someone, but sometimes it takes a lifetime to forget someone. Even that person has always lived on the grave in our hearts and never forgotten it.
Xu Zhimo said that the memory of a fish is only 7 seconds, so he is willing to be a fish in the next life. Many people don't understand why he would say such a thing, or some people think he is cruel, attributing a lifetime of love to 7 seconds, how short it is? In fact, that's because many people don't understand the sadness in his words. The reason why he is willing to be a fish with only 7 seconds of memory is because he cannot bear the pain of a lifetime. Falling in love for a moment, pain suddenly arises. If you have not truly loved and thought about it, who can understand the true meaning of it?
Yuan Zhen said, half is destined to practice Taoism and half is destined to be a king. I think that's because he once said, "There was a time when everything was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was nothing." Only those who have truly experienced passionate love can understand the connotation of the seemingly Zen phrase "half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king", just like in the poem of Tsangyang Gyatso. That year, I crawled on the mountain road, Not to meet you, just to feel the warmth of your passing...
Zhang Ailing said, "Among millions of people, you meet the person you want to meet. In millions of years, time has no limit. In the wilderness, there is neither a step too early nor a step too late. I just met him like this by chance, and then he said softly, "Oh, so you are here too." In fact, this sentence "So you are also here" is full of meaning. So many tender words, and how cold life seems to be when I am old. Sentences that seem ordinary but are not ordinary are always the easiest to evoke people's memories, and they are always the most silent and painful.
When I dry my fingers and recall, there is sweetness, sadness, love, and friendship in the memories. Some people say that love is like sugar, so sweet that it makes you sad. Perhaps, it is really a way to interpret love. Once, she was the person in the small compartment of the backpack, the person who accompanied me across the ocean, the person who would rather let the rain wet her eyes than her photo; once, she sang a song and was willing to get a People's hearts are inseparable. Now, when the years are growing old, when time has cut off the world of mortals, a lonely half-life has passed.
I often hear people say that floating life is like a cold, floating life is like a dream.
How great would it be if life were really like a dream?
Many people long for dreams, but I think most people long for beautiful dreams. The most beautiful dreams are difficult to continue, and the most annoying thing is that the crow of spring birds disturbs a curtain of dreams and disturbs a season of longing. Many people dream, and most of the dreams they most want to dream about are dreams that are difficult or difficult to realize in real life.
Everyone has a dream to meet her one day, to see her at a glance in a crowded city, in a sea of ????busy people, among thousands of people, and she also happens to see her. You look at each other, smile when we meet, and fall in love with each other. There is no need to talk in thousands of words, and there is no need to look back thousands of times. Just meeting each other in silence and silence, is it peaceful? Forget all the past, cover all the fleeting years, put your hands together with her, stand under the Eiffel Tower and pray, let the world pass by, and be happy with each other.
A dream, a beautiful dream. Perhaps, many people have fantasized about holding the hand of their lover, smiling at the changing world, and quietly keeping the fragrance of their heart that passes through time. Make a vow that you will have no regrets in your life, write the words that will remain unchanged in this life, enter the palace of marriage, and get on the train of happiness. A dream is a dream after all, even if you can see a world from a grain of sand, it freezes the moment into eternity. However, the dream will eventually wake up, and there will eventually be a moment when the wind and dust and the fragrance make it difficult to sleep.
Just like love, it was once the dream of many people, and many people spent their lives chasing, possessing and missing it. Therefore, someone later said that the most beautiful encounter is to see you at a glance in the sea of ??thousands of people; the most painful separation is to see you disappear in the sea of ??thousands of people. The heart was stung in an instant, and love went away in an instant, never to be seen again in the end of the world.
Some people say that the most beautiful thing in life is: rain comes after a long drought, and meeting old friends in a foreign land. It's a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and it's time to inscribe names on the gold medal list. However, I think the most painful thing is to wake up late at night before you are drunk, and the dream flower will not wake up next month.
So, every night, there are always some elves singing in my heart, there is always a love song that is hard to tell, and there is always a plum blossom that is hard to find. Tell your thoughts to the breeze and send your thoughts to the bright moon. Looking at the moon and sighing, chanting to the moon, I hope that each other can look at the bright moon together, recite memories together, build a city in my heart, a city of memories, place all the past there, and condense all the time. There, no matter how old the earth is or how old the sky is, it will never be desolate, because there was a heart that signed it.
I often think, if possible, I really want to find a quiet place in my own way, live a small life, write some small words, record some small emotions, and stroll casually on the road of mortals. How good is it?
Like Haizi, facing the sea, flowers are blooming in spring; like Shu Ting, the scenery of two kapok trees fighting; like Mr. Wuliu, planting a peach orchard that belongs only to you. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents. How good would it be to stay quietly in the world you have created, without the need for others to disturb you, and without the need for others to disturb you, quietly, just by yourself?
But in reality, there are always too many shackles and too much solidity, which can never give you a unique tranquility, a finger of tranquility around the beam, or a wisp of gentle breeze and the fragrance of flowers. Therefore, at this time, I am always used to curling up in the world compiled by my own words. In that world, there is no ugliness and filth, no pain and sadness, only a touch of sunshine, a scenery, a utopia of my own and a love affair. Lifelong lovers, holding hands, never leaving, living quietly and leisurely, isolated from the world, not caring about the world of mortals, how beautiful is it?
I often remember that after seeing thousands of fireworks in the world, the most beautiful thing is you and me; after reading about the love affairs in the world, I still fall in love with the tenderness of your fingertips and the warmth as before. There are all kinds of charms in the world, but there is always one person who is special to you; in the winter when the snow is falling, there is always a red plum standing proudly in the snow, accompanying you silently, which is enough.
For me, a little book boy in the mortal world, being able to see from a distance, smell the fragrance and recognize flowers, and look at plum blossoms to quench my thirst is happiness. Not all encounters have happy results, and not everyone's life has a happy ending. Life is like a movie without rehearsal. After today, it is not tomorrow, so why worry about age; after spring, it is not autumn. The end point is a touch of green soil, buried among the mountains and rivers. Why lament the three thousand prosperity in the world, half the fragrance of flowers, and a lifetime of ups and downs?
The wind dried up the memories with one finger, and the loneliness lasted for half a lifetime.
Perhaps, when one day we are all old, when the memories are dried up, when the fleeting years disappear from the fingertips, when we become calm and indifferent, when we are past the age of chasing love, when we When I am too old to walk, I sit down quietly, holding a fan and listening to a little song. I think that life may have just begun.
As we walked, we dispersed and the memories faded. Those past, those times, are destined to disappear in the passing years, but the feeling in my heart, I think, is enough to last half a lifetime.
Liao Zhai said, lend me three lives of fireworks in exchange for your confusion for the rest of your life.
When we were young, we thought that the next one would be better, just like the story about Plato and his disciples telling the story of "Ears in the Wheat Field". We thought that there would always be bigger and better things on the road ahead. Good wheat ears are waiting for you to pick them; but later you discover that, like Ouyang Feng said in "Ashes of Time", you later find out that the one who left is your favorite.
In "The Drunken Concubine", it is sung that "Love and hate only last for a moment, raising a glass to the moon and loving me like heaven", so many people only know how to cherish after losing. By the time they know how to cherish, she has already gone away. , I want to put aside the hourglass of time, but I can no longer find the time of the past. I can only sigh and regret. Raising a glass to the moon, this feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time. Betting on books made the fragrance of tea disappear, which was just commonplace at that time.
Perhaps, some love has long gone far and can only be counted in memories; some love has long since drifted away, and can only find fragrance in the wind. What is involved is the years, what is lonely is a lifetime of thinking. Passing by in a hurry, falling into the world of mortals, the relationship is deep and shallow, the road is long, it’s good to see it.
A finger of dryness recalls, and a lonely half-life floats around.