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It is already dusk in June, and the fireworks are silent in the air. It’s sunny on July 7th. Can your heart be a little clearer?
As usual, with the first light before dawn, I was sleepy, opened my sleepy eyes, looked at the white sky outside the window, lazily, decadently, unwilling to start this. one day.
On a summer morning, birds flutter and spread their wings, the clear and melodious sound of crickets lingers in the ears, and the white fish belly on the horizon slowly spreads before our eyes. Being close in front of you, thinking that you are within reach, makes your heart happier and warmer. Nuan, who wanted to hug her so much, encouraged herself to move forward, but she saw the gushing glow, reflecting the afterimage of the charm of life.
The midsummer wind is destined to be less gentle and more hot and dull. On the surface of the lake, layers of turmoil are pouring in. It is the lovesickness wrinkled by the wind. The piles of sadness have nowhere to go and cannot be calmed down. They can only go back and forth in the small world, and then hide quietly. .
The bright sunshine follows you all the way. The world outside the car window is filled with layers of light and shadow, and those vague pictures are vaguely surging. My heart is vaguely warmed, and it seems that it once was. Be happy. With leisurely eyes, he asked about the oath in the sky, but there was no answer.
In front of me, the sky is blue and blue, like a sadness that is so beautiful that I shed tears, bit by bit embedded in my heart, it turns into flowers, pale into crystal ice, and a warmth that cannot be approached.
The floating clouds are as light as cotton, as misty as smoke, hazy as mist, and crystal clear as snow. They are flowing and beautiful. They use different shapes to describe the nightmares of the past years, like poetry and dreams. , as elegant as dust. However, the human heart can never withstand the success and destruction of Bai Yun Cang Gou.
It turns out that the distance between the earth and the sky is so inaccessible? The unparalleled two-to-one look at each other is exchanged for an immortal legend in this life.
Always on the road, if you keep your body and mind busy, you will not be lonely. Throw away the vicissitudes of the journey and have a grand memorial ceremony for the heart that is about to sail away. Reluctant to give up and never look back. Sad, but also comforted with a smile. Heartache, but still holding on tight and moving forward.
I don’t want to grow old in silence, I just want to pick up the thorns and fragrance along the way and unfold this imperfect life.
[2]
With a cold heart, we welcome the misty world. No matter whether the ending is happy or sad, we need some bright thoughts.
When the grass grows and the orioles fly, a warm spring may bloom. When the summer flowers bloom, they show their faces with warmth. When the maples are red, the sky is full of lovesickness. When the snow dances lightly, my mind is still clear...
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Being carried by the car, swaying, sleepy, imagining that there is no end ahead, this running will never stop, no need to remember the past, no hope for the future, no need to be brave, no need to deliberately smile with blood and tears, My thoughts are boundless, and my dreams continue to be decadent and beautiful.
Looking around, the green hillside is covered with dogtail grass. The patches of dark yellow reveal the unique vicissitudes of life. They are swaying in the wind, extremely strong and heavy. Look at the warmth and coldness of the world, gathering together. Separating each other, watching the time go by, and the heart stained with autumn frost, seems incompatible with this season.
Red, yellow, purple, white, the mountain flowers are blooming, the dandelions are flying like snow, and they complement the sunshine. The seven-mile incense lingers in the heart, and the longing opens a gentle net and fills the air wantonly.
Standing alone at the bridge, watching countless water splashing under the bridge, it is like a world-famous baptism, trying to restore the original appearance of the world. I tried to find the fairy tale innocence in this crystal clear sky. Every wave is a story. Is there me, you, him, and her there? Is there an unfinished fate in the next life?
In front of the ancient Buddha with green lanterns, make a few wishes devoutly. I don’t dare to hope that my dreams will come true, I just want my heart to be as full as possible, and I just want peace of mind. In fact, there are many times when two selves are fighting madly, one is full of expectations, and the other tries his best to learn to be casual and accept fate, so he chases everything, but also lets go of everything, and fulfills everything.
In the evening, the sun sets in the west and my worries begin to rest. The crisp chirping of cicadas is endless, the pine waves are bursting next to you, the tangled vines stretch upward infinitely, as if they stretch to the horizon, and the birds fly back and forth freely in the sky, leaving traces of joy.
By the lake, there are willow trees and graceful figures. On the lake surface, dragonflies fluttered on the water and fish swam freely. The leisurely fishermen are quiet and focused, and the scenery and passers-by around them have become decorations. The boat sailed by, and the lake water lapped at both sides of the river, swaying out a fresh melody that hit the top of my heart, and my thoughts turned into songs gracefully.
When the lanterns come on, the lights of thousands of houses shine one after another, and wisps of warm light shine out from every window. It is extremely quiet and peaceful, making the cold heart smile and warm, and the air is filled with sweetness.
It’s just that everything in this world disappears too quickly, and there is no place where I can feel safe?
[3]
Quiet place, quiet time, often look blank.
Along the way, because of the poor pride and persistence, everything became still, like a world lacking oxygen. You need a little flowing breath, even if the air is thin, you still have to struggle to wake up, and give you a smile like a flower. From now on, let go, forget, be fulfilled, and watch you leave with an expression of no regrets in this life. From then on, thoughts flew around and I began to wander alone.
I dare not open the curtains, leaving only a small gap for me to see. By watching and appreciating this way, I don’t have to see the beauty and ugliness of the world too clearly, and I can still keep a little bit of it in my heart. Thinking about it, the current situation is not despair, and the future may still have complete possibilities.
The infatuated figure is reflected in the infatuated eyes, reliving the past tenderness with a slow and leisurely mood, using trembling fingertips to touch the keyboard, and intermittently carving out thin lines of poetry... ...The days are pale and difficult, and the heart is inevitably fragile, but when habits become dependence, there is no way to get rid of them.
When I am alone, I will feel inexplicably flustered and uneasy, and feel sudden helplessness and collapse, and my tears will flow silently. So, I want to leave, leave this familiar place, go on an unexpected journey, looking for a strange place, so that the life that is gradually drying up can be more lively and fragrant, and look at the thread of the life wheel that has been opened and clenched countless times. Silky bright.
The reincarnation of happiness and sadness, the entanglement of laughter and tears, the release of silence and noise, the helplessness of getting together and leaving, taking it all in, or being intoxicated, or sinking, not wanting to speak. Leave everything to time, but unexpectedly time makes deep things deeper and shallow things shallower. What you remember will never be forgotten. Sadness is far deeper than happiness.
I have stayed in the silent world for too long, and I am always afraid that I will wake up one day and find that I can’t make a sound, so I long for a quiet talk. Talking over a drink with a close friend of many years was as calm as telling someone else's story, but in the end, I was still choked with tears. It turns out that you can only get used to loneliness. No one can ferry you around except yourself.
Love is deep and lifeless, the mortal world is bitter, the world is long, and I never want to go very far. It's just that there are too many things that we can't help ourselves, and too many feelings that we have to do. In the end, it is unforgettable, implanted in the bone marrow, and we can no longer escape easily. We laugh in tears in the time that is not over, and we are exhausted. All joy.
Extreme wisdom will inevitably lead to harm. People who would rather be confused, indifferent, and pretend to be stupid are happier. However, if you are so sensitive and attentive, if you don't have that purity and absoluteness, a person with a clear heart and clear eyes is willing to be hurt, even if we are strangers from now on, we will never see each other again.
Who can tell me what kind of determination it takes to dare to forget my past life? How should we finish this life? What kind of courage should we use to start the next life?
[4]
Write a kind of mood, say a kind of longing, the fingertips are messy, and the heart is full of confusion.
The wind blows on the surface of the pool, the waves are rippled, the lotus leaves are swaying endlessly, the lotus is blooming gracefully, the pink and tender color, the lovely ice-white face, the simple and elegant feelings, one by one. The graceful thoughts slowly unfold in this season, singing the charm of Tang poetry and the elegance of Song lyrics, splashing ink into the boundless wind and moon.
The passing years are half bright and half sad. Life is prosperous on the left hand and lonely on the right hand. Memory, the left eye smiles, the right eye cries. The tiny time has smoothed the edges, tortured the soul, and spent all the years, filtering everything into an endless void, empty people, empty hearts, empty feelings, empty vows, no one loses or wins, each has its own splendor.
The closer you want to get, the further away you become. The more I want to hug him, the colder he becomes. The more scared you are, the harder it is to escape. Life is not something we can do whatever we want. We cannot choose. No matter how difficult the path is, we can only grit our teeth and walk through it with a smile.
I flipped through a book in my hand, not knowing what to say, and not wanting to understand anything. I just wanted to stop my wandering eyes, stop my trembling hands, and soothe my uneasy heart.
A lingering and pathos picture, a piece of beautiful and poetic text, and a piece of soothing and melodious music, intoxicated the heart and fell into a trance. In an instant, tears filled both cheeks, and I was shocked to realize that in this somewhat tender devotion and intoxication, I seemed to see my own deep and shallow footprints, stumbling and struggling, and seemed to anticipate the destined ending, sadness and emptiness. .
The bloody romance that cannot be returned, the alluring love that cannot be reached. It was only after many years that I discovered that the long-term obsession was not for the lover, but for an old time. The loneliness invaded the blood, crowded in the chest, left the heart knotted, piled up into a loneliness of fireworks burning the city, and tied it up in the lonely heart. Remote, beautiful, and desolate.
An Ran, who has accumulated over the years, turns around when love forces her. Today, with a lonely face of ice and snow, a pure heart, empty hands, standing in the world of mortals, I can no longer detect joy and sorrow, can no longer express my longing for years, and can no longer continue to chase forever.
Please give me a corner, allow me some time, and give me half my life. Even if I live a life of wandering and living alone, should I still be full of gratitude and respect?
At the beginning of July, the city is filled with gorgeous flowers. Heart, faint and lonely. People are lonely and desolate. Can only say goodbye to the old days.