Everything has an ending, and people want a happy ending, so a period is a round circle.
Everything seems to be coming to an end, or it may be the birth of a full stop. Will there be room for exclamation? There is a sigh, or it may be a bitter sigh. As for the sigh of joy, only the turning point in the afterlife is a sigh of joy.
It seems that the ending will make me understand everything, and it will also make me no longer miss the illusory glory.
Find an idyllic mountain village and plant an acre of fertile land. Go to the fields with Zhao Xia in the morning and go to the cabin with Yu Hui in the evening. Abandon all greed and return to the original innocence and kindness.
As the saying goes, the big ones are hidden in the DPRK, the middle ones are hidden in the city, and the small ones are hidden in the mountains. I am not a hermit, because I am not qualified. I'm actually a total deserter, and I don't want to cheat in this chaotic world.
I ran away with all my childhood dreams. At night, I will look for the spinning wolves in the night sky of Xia Na. In autumn, I will use my self-made telescope in my developing room to collect meteors from Orion with the original technology. In the cold wind of winter night, I will continue to explore the birth of a new star in the Milky Way. In the mid-air of spring night, there will be my deep singing voice, which is my restless childhood dream and the singing of youth. This is just a long-lost dream, an expectation that will never disappear.
I will be in that summer evening, accompanied by a wisp of sunset glow, blowing my dress, a wisp of long hair rustling my lips, with a wisp of fragrance, accompanying me into my dream. ...
Perhaps at that time, when the old days were drifting away, an unknown old man, in this already hot night, slowly moved towards the peace of life, because this is the expectation of the world, a guest named desolation came to his side early, and was finally brought into a beautiful sigh by this desolate gray dream.
The night is still that night, because people who walk will find "fellow travelers" in such a night, and people have given this holy and wise name-"Late at night".
I want to catch the rain between the clouds, where the dust floats on the water.
The bottom of the valley is cold and the wind is biting. Looking back quietly, the stone steps have moved back.
My restless heart was stopped by a little cool breeze at the quiet valley bottom, and my impetuous mood gradually calmed down. I can also feel that the faint wind is not as leisurely as I thought. A slight brush over the leaves and my hair tips can convey the trembling of the wind and a rather uneasy heart. Such thoughts began to cause my sadness again. People are really contradictory combinations, especially me. Maybe I was wrong. This feeling should be that the scenery pours out when it meets me, thinking slightly, and watching the road I have traveled has been blurred in sight. Maybe only I can understand their conation.
The wind gently pulls the green leaves, and the stone steps are quiet, leaving footprints, which have been smoothed when they return.
The back and forth figure is like a breeze blowing through the leaves, and my heart stays at the bottom of the valley like a stone step, accepting the dust floating from the mouth of the valley. The traces on the thin dust in the past are still clear and vivid. When I walked out of the bottom and climbed to the top, the dust and the past in my heart were taken away by the cool breeze, and there were footprints in my heart.
The wind is calm outside the string, and the valley is full of sunshine. I look at the clouds in the sky and suddenly smell the birds.
This unclosed valley is full of sunlight, and the golden thread is wrapped around the singing of birds. I quietly looked sideways at the sky, only bright white clouds squirmed, but I didn't see a bird. All this is because the wind knows my silence and I share their feelings, which brings the jubilation of birds in the distance, and it is as soft as a dream. How can I not be moved to respond?
I just shouted like that! I'm coming! Although my voice is echoing, the bottom of the valley is calm and tolerant of my repeated shouts.
I dreamed of looking for the old road and thought about it several times, but there was no grass lawn and windy space.
The road in my dream should be this stone road, so winding and long, so it leads to that lawn and to the thatched cottage attached to my heart. How can I not find it? I stare at the distance, at the empty valley bottom, at every road that looks like a dream. Why can't I see the place I want to go in my dream?
I don't know. I really don't know Dreams may be illusory shadows shaking. This is the desire to return to the heart. My dream of pursuing artistic conception has come true. How can I still have too much excitement and grievances?
go home ...
I should have waited for the boat to come by the stream, but it drifted west with the breeze, and I overheard a whisper in my dream, so I fell here looking for the fragrant path.
I began to complain that the voice in my dream was so beautiful and melodious that I was so fascinated that I searched outside my dream for countless times. Well, this walk washed away the empty dream in my heart, erased the faint dust in the smoke, filled with the sweet birds singing all over the sky and the phantom on the path in the quiet valley, and the color of the red scarf disappeared from the dream.
Looking back up and down the mountain, there is no footsteps here for a day.
Honey, I'll come to see you tomorrow.
Dear, how many times have I met you in my dream, and how many times have I been lingering with you, which has stirred my mind. Your beautiful figure, your touching smile, like the cool breeze in the hot season, came into my heart.
I am very excited. Really, I have seen your unforgettable memories on the Internet. Everything that makes me cheer for you will be true tomorrow. I know that when you hold me in your arms, I will definitely close my eyes quietly and enjoy the boiling peace. I love you. The moment I see you tomorrow, I really can't describe how I felt at that moment.
Many people say you are beautiful and you love others. I don't believe it. I always think you are the only one for me, you are beautiful to me, and you love me forever. I can give you the truest explanation. I am a man who will never change in this life and love you forever. Today, I can meet you from far away, which proves my sincerity.
Many people may say there is something wrong with my style. I don't deny it. Yes, I love you and my wife. I don't think there is a direct connection between you and my wife. Love for my wife is family love, and love for you is happy love. I think these two kinds of love can be carried out at the same time and will never conflict. I believe I have the ability to straighten out this uncomplicated love.
Dear, I will leave Huanghua Airport at 7: 40 tomorrow morning. After missing for two hours, I will arrive at the designated place where we meet. For you, I will spend five days by your side, play with you, enjoy your warmth, feel your beauty and taste your body fragrance. In that kind of drunken love, I will definitely wander around every part of your body. I won't. In addition to spending money for you, let me get what I want from you and freeze our lingering ecstasy in a digital camera as a permanent memory of this life.
Dear, we have known each other online for so long, please understand my sincerity, please understand my persistence, love you, and have no regrets in this life.
Words, not much to say, see you tomorrow, all the gentle words, all the passion flying, wait until we are lingering, let it vent freely!
Learn to live and you will enjoy loneliness.
Spring blossoms, singing, sunny outside the window, flying in the mood. Play your favorite music, turn on the sound just right, and listen to music while washing clothes. The sun shines on the floor through the window, and the water refracts colorful beams. Melody flows in the silent air, smelling the faint smell of laundry detergent, and it feels like music jumping out of a gap in the floor and dancing with the sun.
Suddenly I feel that life is like a folk piano, and all the experiences and frustrations in life are strings on the piano. People work hard on the strings every day, experiencing ups and downs, with different moods, different paces and unique and diverse tunes. There are impassioned, magnificent, fresh and lively, euphemistic and simple, elegant and chic, carefree, sad and sad, deeply grieved and so on. These fragmented chapters come together to form a symphony of life. People who are good at playing the piano will make every paragraph smooth and vivid; People who don't understand are fooling around from beginning to end, feeling that life is like watching flowers in the fog.
Don't know the piano, talk nonsense about the piano theory. I'm just expressing my sudden feelings and weaving joy in my own little world. I like listening to songs and singing. I live in singing every day. The types of songs change with the change of mood. When you are happy, you like listening to light music; When you are depressed, you like to listen to low; When it rains, you like to listen to soothing and quiet; When you are in summer, you like to listen to fresh and natural ... listening to your favorite songs at the wrong time will make you feel very annoyed. In short, different scenes and different moods give people different feelings. Every song you like to listen to has a story.
In the first grade, I had a good friend named Yanzi. She is a lively and cheerful girl with a sweet voice. The school held a singing contest in the first semester, and her song "Water Town in Dreams" won the favor of the judges and teachers and won the championship in one fell swoop. When she sang on the stage, my heart flew to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River with the artistic conception in the lyrics: the cicada singing on the willow bank in the warm afternoon, the girl wearing pink clothes and braids, the golden sunset reflected on the sparkling water, and the teenager fluttering in white stood under the weeping willow ... The beautiful artistic conception was intoxicating and yearning, and I liked this song from then on. I ran to Yanzi's seat as soon as I was free between classes. She taught me to sing with a song book. As a student at first, I gradually drove my classmates around me. We sang this song so selflessly that we didn't even know that the bell rang. The head teacher came in and listened to us once before giving the order, so that we bowed our heads carefully throughout the class.
When I was in high school, I liked listening to Fish Leong's songs. Her voice is very special. She is a powerful singer who really sings with her heart. At that time, I had to get up at six every morning. When the wake-up bell rang, the girls in our dormitory were still lying in bed, sleepily watching the people in the next bed get up, just like sleeping. Ningxia in Fish Leong was very popular that summer. After the wake-up bell rang, the first song in the school radio room was Ningxia. On hearing this song, people who are lazy in bed get up to wash and sing along with the radio. The brisk melody makes us agile and soon affects others. The whole dormitory is as spectacular as a concert. Now every time I hear this song, I will think of those interesting things, and I am very happy.
After listening to so many songs, the only one that made me cry was You Are My Eyes, and I didn't listen to the original song. Cao Erjie is a pistachio, and the song is also singing. On that day, everyone hushed Cao Erjie to sing. She played the front desk generously and sang "You are my eyes". She enunciated clearly, and every word blended with emotion, singing the blind man's longing for light to the fullest. It was sunny that morning and several cherry blossoms were in full bloom outside the window. Birds are jumping on the branches and white clouds are rolling slowly in the blue sky. I sat by the window, watching the scenery outside and listening to her singing. When I heard that "the black in front of me is not black, what do you mean by white, and the blue sky man is talking about the blue sky behind the white clouds in my memory", tears swirled in my eyes, trying not to let it flow out; But when I hear "I look at your face, but I can only see nothingness." Did God put a curtain in front of my eyes and forget to open it? " My tears fell and I couldn't calm down for a long time.
I like listening to many songs and stories, so I won't share them one by one. I believe everyone has many unforgettable songs and many interesting things in their hearts. Singing has become an indispensable enjoyment in our life, and it is also spiritual food. Finally, I don't even know whether I just like this song or the interesting things it brings, so I have feelings for it. Everything in the world, whether people or things, has no unreasonable likes and unfounded dislikes.
I listen to songs with beautiful melodies and have high requirements for lyrics. Some people say that people who like lyrics are mostly lonely. Perhaps, I can find the place where I sing, the emotion or artistic conception I yearn for, the life I pursue, or the export and feeling of pure real life from the lyrics. Just like Sodagreen's song: "How can you understand if you haven't walked through it?" Learn to live and enjoy loneliness. "
Fortunately, there is a song that makes us less lonely in loneliness, and life beats lightly because of singing. Sunshine lights up life, flowers decorate life, and songs enliven life. In a word, life is like a song. If you sing a song with your heart, there will always be one that will make you cry.
Love hurts! It hurts, it hurts! Painful, profound
More and more afraid to walk in the crowd, pretending to be happy can't hide the loneliness of that face, and it's really ugly to laugh than to cry; More and more afraid to look into the eyes of colleagues and friends, afraid of choking when I open my mouth, tears poured out; I'm more and more afraid of staying alone in an empty house, and I'm at a loss because of the downright cold in my bones; More and more afraid of the night arrival, a bottomless fear tightly surrounded me, and my bleeding heart was swallowed up by loneliness and loneliness. ...
Love hurts! It hurts, it hurts! Pain, deep!
My first friends always asked me with a surprised expression, "How can a person like you be so lonely?" You should have company. People who are familiar with me have repeatedly reminded me, "Don't be young, don't be so stubborn, put down your pursuit and pride. Real days are more important than those romantic days!" I am speechless. I don't think there is necessarily excitement around me. If it's not what I love, why harm others and yourself.
When friends get together, wine is indispensable. Because of the wine, as expected, there is a deep sadness in my heart, and I try to hide it. Everyone can see my strange mood, but I can only try my best to hold my tears in my stomach, force a smile and say nothing. I know I'm not a good actor, and I know how much I want to have a chance to get it off my chest. What is hateful is that I don't even have the courage to speak, so I can only carry it myself.
Forgive me, I didn't mean to disturb your work and life, but I really can't stand the deep pain of losing my beloved! Forgive me, not that I want to impose my sadness on you, but that my fragile and helpless heart is really overwhelmed! I have to endure, carry, persist and make myself happy ... but it's very difficult, too difficult!
I used to think that I could give everything when I could love, just to get drunk and have a gorgeous love feast! If you don't love, just smile and wave goodbye to love, then turn around calmly and gracefully and move on resolutely! I didn't realize until today that I forgot my retreat when I was in love, forgot my defense, forgot myself, and got stuck in the mud step by step. Suddenly looking back, I was trapped, scarred, weak and unable to get out again. Love is easy to go deep, but difficult to explain!
Once in the eyes of others, I was arrogant as me, indifferent as me, not sad or happy, not anxious or impatient, but until I met you, I became very humble and humble as dust. I have never been indifferent to you and I have never been swayed by considerations of gain and loss; For you, I actually put down my reserve and pride and told you my thoughts again and again; For you, I can't hide my weakness again and again, and I shed tears in front of you; For you, I wander in your world again and again, unwilling to leave, unwilling to give up ... this is not me, really not me! I don't even recognize myself!
Where there is love, there is heaven, and where there is you, there is heaven. I really yearn for the paradise in my heart. But in a blink of an eye, heaven is gone, and purgatory-like life is like a poisonous snake gnawing at my tired body and wandering soul. I often think that heaven is a clean and beautiful place! There is no struggle, no hypocrisy and deception, no worldly troubles, no entanglement of love, only pure and clean beauty.
I shed too many tears and suffered too much injustice and pain. Will the sky washed by tears be clearer and quieter? Will a broken heart really become stronger? Because of you, I want to believe that what I once had will be forever. Those days with you will bloom warm flowers in my heart and soothe my future journey. Those sorrows will form the most beautiful melody in my heart and decorate my monotonous life.
Love hurts; Let go, it hurts!
Instant sand flower
Origin and extinction
Everything is empty.
In this cherry blossom season
I can only enjoy it myself.
Although there is no sadness
But there is no happiness.
Quietly, quietly.
Taste this feeling of loneliness
When loneliness becomes a habit
You won't be sad anymore, will you?
I will keep smiling every day
Just to let everyone see a happy me.
Falling cherry blossoms
Like my lonely feeling.
At a speed of 8 centimeters per second, piece by piece
Fall from the sky to the ground
Without any complaints or thoughts.
I just want you to see the best.
Then quietly disappeared at the foot of the crowd.
Prepare for the future moment of youth.
Like a black Datura.
No love, no hate.
For example, manzhu shahua.
Elegant sadness
Love you and give you a home.
You are the big tree that has been waiting for love for thousands of years. I am a happy and laughing child who passes by inadvertently. No matter what happens, you should keep the essence of kindness and sincerity. This is what I really like and appreciate about you.
Just like the best dream of childhood, I only dream that one day, I can wear a pink skirt and sit on the merry-go-round in the brightly lit night. You are my prince. I have been praying, please give God time to be kind, gentle and beautiful. So you can whisper to me gently, "What you like best is your amazing face."
In the future, will it be like this, in the spring breeze and the hills of Xi, in the quiet night when flowers are overflowing, I will play the guzheng with plain clothes's long hair, you will smile and gently shake the fan, and we will write poems together, so indifferent, so quiet and so beautiful. I'm playing the guzheng and watching you draw. I'm your painter. You said you would take me with you and love me forever.
My heart is warm and I feel very happy. I think I'm back to my original sunshine state. I am an elf in the green field, born to protect everyone and exist for the best things in the world. The beautiful small west is the real small west. The wormwood upstream, the gentleness of a handful of water and the sparkling spring are all because of you. God is willing to give me the most beautiful part of my life.
Love you, love your smile, love the way you pour everything into me, you say that you are a mountain and I am a river, and I want to show you my best side. You said that you love to see my gentle and quiet appearance, which is my most beautiful side. I am as gentle as water, just for you, just for you. Are you my sea? Am I the ship you have been longing for for for a long time? Your affectionate eyes, gentle language, and that beautiful oath: "Only you are the best, only you are the best for me, I hope I can collect you forever."
The bamboo grove plays the flute, who will make peace with me, who will pick lotus in the pond and cook clear soup. The night view of the bustling city is appreciated by you. On a night without stars, we look forward to the next dawn. Busy streets, street lamps waiting for life turn green with you. What is the best future? Every day, the sun is with you.
You are a mansion in my heart, even though you are so ordinary. As long as there is you, any place is a palace, even the shabby concrete floor is as romantic and tasteful as the European luxury carpet in my heart. Don't be a wanderer, don't travel from one place to another again and again, stop, I'll give you a home. From then on, there was a root to rely on, and from then on, there was warmth and dependence in my heart. Let the peach blossoms in spring bloom brilliantly on the wall of our living room, and let the warm tea be in your hands at any time.
I love you and give you a home. From then on, everyone in the world is happy and lingering, and I will be a warm support force for my life.