My former life may be the thoughtful Song poetess who sang softly in the middle of the night with silk and bamboo, which was plain and beautiful.
My past life may be a dying shell on the beach, wrapped in countless hot sand, but there is a crystal pearl in it, which can't be revealed to the world until death, and no one cares.
My previous life may have been a bird without feet. Even if the scenery along the way is excellent, I can't stay for it. I have been flying tenaciously and endlessly, and I can only close my eyes once before I die and rest peacefully for the last time.
My past life may be a luxurious red robe to witness countless infatuated women turned to ashes in endless waiting, or it may be waiting for brilliant happiness, and ten miles of red makeup will grow old together.
My last life may be a delicious poisonous apple in the hands of an evil witch; My past life may be fleeting fireworks; My past life may be a pious candlelight before the Buddha, and my past life may be a tear of a mermaid.
In previous lives, things were different; A dream for a thousand years, that's all.
No matter how exquisite I was in my last life, I know that I am just an ordinary child who will look up at the sky in a lonely posture at night.
Ordinary enough to feel different sadness because of an exam.
Although the teacher has repeatedly emphasized the concept of time, I have no sense of urgency at all.
It's almost time for the mid-term exam. One quarter of my life in the second day of junior high school makes me confused in the gap of seasonal change, and I'm running vigorously. In front of me is an unknown fog, dazzling and disturbing.
I can clearly feel that the ranking I used to cherish is falling like a meteor.
D said it was an extreme exaggeration.
However, to be fair, your grades have really dropped too much.
I have deeply reflected on this problem more than once. If the reason is investigated, it is closely related to my reading novels in class.
My reason always reminds me that this is wrong.
D also said that you never think about what you say or do, and you don't think about the consequences. You just apologized in ignorance.
He looked serious at that time. Even if he gets on the bridge and wears sunglasses to tell his fortune, I think someone will pay the bill. He is a liar.
So far, I still can't reach the level of calmness after all.
I am a weak-willed person. In my thin youth, there are only a handful of things that don't give up halfway
Like this moment.
I held the pen in my palm absently for a whole hour, and the last page of the exercise book was still blank and spotless.
I am a noisy person, and it is difficult to do certain things at a certain time because I am quiet inside.
When staring at the test paper, the word "past life" appeared inexplicably in the brain that should be white.
So, if my thoughts rush like the water of the Yellow River, and the momentum is fierce, I am ruthlessly lost in infinite melancholy.
If I can, I at least hope that I was a woman obsessed with words in my last life.
My former life must have been a poetess living in the Song Dynasty, full of worries, and my eyebrows will always solidify this deep and inseparable sadness.
You can write beautiful poems at will and bear the hesitation.
If I can, I at least hope that I will be a great writer who lives in seclusion in the mountains in my last life, carefree and complacent, and all my gestures are breeze.
You can make wine happily, and the wine is fragrant.
This life is just a past life, forget the joys and sorrows of the previous life, start over and find new joys and sorrows.
Therefore, previous lives and this life should have lived in the same posture, but there were more vicissitudes in previous lives.
R says your words have nothing in common with your god.
That's true.
I have been a noisy person all my life.
Therefore, I will not be a thoughtful poetess in the Song Dynasty, nor will I be a great writer who made wine leisurely in the Tang Dynasty.
Because no poet or poet will be very happy and spit when he speaks.
Hanazono Sakura said that a child of 12 years old should not feel sad at 2 1 year old.
I have too much melancholy, just like Hamlet struggling between survival and destruction. The difference is that survival and destruction are the business of all mankind, and my melancholy belongs only to my slowly withering youth.
Those distant memories that are yellowed and faded are filled with infinite sadness. Many times, I'm not used to hurting spring and mourning autumn.
In the warm sunshine in winter, I learned to hide my sadness, expose the little happiness buried in my heart to everyone, laugh happily in an everlasting posture, and get used to remembering my lost time with other people's joys and sorrows.
Satisfaction is an eternal feast.
Therefore, I am an extremely dissatisfied person.
This leads to more sadness for me.
Therefore, my life will be full of sadness.
This life is the reincarnation of previous lives; Past life is the repetition of this life.
Past lives is two ancient and distant nouns.
Like the difference between one second and the next.
At the last second, you can gently hold my hand and accompany me to white hair.
Next second, you can regard me as a passer-by, turn a blind eye, and die of old age.
It's only a second away, but it's actually isolated for a whole light year, a long distance, a past that can never be returned.
The past days are the best of all, without the confusion of the future and the cruelty of reality.
Every bit of warmth is unscathed, just like at the beginning.
Past lives should be counted in the past, so past lives should be beautiful, as bright as the warm sun in winter.
My last life must be carefree, carefree, so I am sentimental in this life to make up for the deficit in my last life.
"If there is a gap between heaven and earth in life, it will be sudden." -"Zhuangzi Know the North Tour"
It's just a blink of an eye, and then all of a sudden.
When do you feel that life is infinitely long, but it is the most unbearable?
It will wither eventually, no matter how brilliant it used to be.
In that case, why should it bloom? Why not die early? In this way, you don't have to feel that the world is cold and bitter.
Since everyone will leave in the end, why did you choose to approach me by hook or by crook?
Cheap feelings, first come, first served.
Sometimes words can't reflect the sadness in my heart, just like a dark gray mushroom cloud suddenly churning up. After I said "I hate you" to the person I thought I cared most about, I was calm again.
I must have been strong in my last life, so she left me all my weaknesses in this life.
In my previous life, I was unsmiling, based on the world with almost cruel coldness, and was stingy with squeezing out tiny radians.
Rare things are expensive.
It can be inferred that in my previous life, my smile could be as beautiful as six In the snow.
In my last life, I was notoriously strong and unsmiling, so this life is doomed to be extremely fragile and unknown.
This is fair, unlike "success must be hard work, and hard work may not be successful." This extremely unfair proposition.
However, there is not much fairness in the world, how can I monopolize it?
Did I forget? Still don't want to mention her name again? The surface of memory is a deep and shallow dent. I always remember someone saying, where are you vulnerable? Day and night, the way I giggle and talk to myself is not as tolerant as a madman.
Forget how you answered her, maybe laugh it off, maybe argue endlessly. Compared with the two, the latter should win, otherwise how could I remember it for so long?
I can totally imagine blushing when I refute her.
Let's call "my past life" "past life" for the time being.
If I had been in a previous life, I think I would have just laughed off such a comment in the previous life.
How can you be as noisy as I am?
I can be calm and calm in my last life, just like I won't be upset and sad for a long time because of a stranger's bad words.
As long as I don't care about you, no matter what you do, it is impossible to arouse my inner feelings.
But if I care about you, please don't hurt me again, the scars can be eliminated, and the residual poison is still there.
If you hurt me, I will keep it in mind and pay it back a hundred times in the future.
I care about fewer people. Colorless and transparent medium wraps everyone and puts them in the extremely tilted balance in my eyes.
A few people are at one end of the scale, high above them. They are my God and the whole world I care about.
My Supreme God, don't jump down and abandon me, let the balance return to balance, and let my divided world heal.
It's not that I don't care too much. It seems that it's destiny takes a hand. I care too much in my life.
It's just that the more worried I am, the more sad I am. I'm not a gentleman, I don't have the mind to accommodate all the rivers and mountains, and I haven't reached the state of worrying about the country and the people.
If I care too much, can't everyone hurt me? The soft atrium becomes fragmented.
Immersed in anxiety, hatred and sadness day and night?
"If there is a gap between heaven and earth in life, it will be sudden." -"Zhuangzi Know the North Tour"
Life is only a few decades, how can it be full of sadness and separation? I laughed and giggled happily, like a madman.
Therefore, I choose to preserve my sanity. I choose to lose too much care numbly and live freely in a small world where I am the only one.
If there is no one who knows me and understands me, I would rather not be sad.
Not all the frustrations of youth are groundless. I began to sleep all night, began to think about life, began to think about life.
Countless worries have come, gathered, gathered, and become a counter-current river, just waiting for the day when the dam breaks.
So I learned to bury the body like an ostrich.
Habitual escape, habitual hiding.
I tried to deceive myself, I told myself.
-The world is quiet and safe.
Author: Liao