The prosperity is gone, and I am forgotten in the dark night
In the morning, the sun is too bright, hurting my eyes, making me unable to see the way forward. Isn’t life the same? In this way, a beautiful beginning, no matter how prosperous the city is, no matter how full of spring the scenery is, what is left behind is a trajectory after all, tearing apart the distance of happiness, and suddenly when you see it through, you are just looking back.
At night, everything is silent. I look up at the misty starry sky, with a clear moon hanging high in the sky. I long to put the melancholy deep in my soul into this quiet and silent night, because every time I remember it, my heart breaks. , every time I remember it, I feel sad.
In the past few days, whenever I turn on my computer, there will be a lot of unread emails. They are full and full of warmth. When I look at them carefully, I find them very interesting. One of them reads: "Sirou, you How can I be so melancholy? The words are full of hurt, which makes people feel sorry for them. "Perhaps I am destined to end this life because I am too indifferent and too persistent, and I am helplessly trapped in the chaotic vortex of the world, with no way to extricate myself. Maybe, words like me are a little more lonely.
Occasionally, I will answer the greeting cards sent by friends very seriously. In my eyes, I still value friendship. I think friends are an indispensable part. I also thank them for thinking of me and giving me Send blessings, no matter how they think of my friend, as long as they are remembered, it is enough. My requirements have always been very low, and I live a contented and comfortable life, without being surprised by honor or disgrace, and everything is casual.
My friends say that I have a dual personality. I can be passionate about something one second, and then be as cold as ice the next second. But I know that I am only protecting myself by doing this, and that people who treat me well are , I will try hard to remember that, similarly, I will turn around and leave without hesitation for people I don’t like and have hurt me, which is a very extreme way of dealing with things.
I like the dark night, especially after the early morning. It is very quiet and painful. But only at this time can I be my true self. However, this true self makes me scared. There is no one to accompany me. , no one spoke, I felt like I actually had a lot to say, like something was stuck in my throat, I just opened my mouth slumped, only to find that there was never an audience, and the smoke-filled room was filled with only loneliness.
I stretched out my fingers and touched the cold night, feeling slightly stung by the temperature. Loneliness arose spontaneously. Those lost beauty lingered in my heart for a long time and refused to go away, touching the bottom of my heart. The deepest softness, even if you want to forget it, you can't forget it. The memories in my heart over and over again, crazily recalling those beautiful days gone by, looking for the slightest warmth.
Wandering between indifferent greetings and stereotyped exchanges, tired but powerless, yes powerless. I like to write in the silent night, filling my empty soul with tobacco and alcohol, which may be considered a kind of powerlessness. Sustenance may just be a simple liking.
Wanderers, you should go home often
In the early morning, when you open the door, a breath of fresh air enters your nose; the grapefruit tree in front of the door, with its thick fruits, comes into view. Reminds me: Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, have you done anything for your loved ones at home? How can one think of words at this moment? Missing is overflowing.
"Gan'er, the moon in the sky represents you. You are the brightest moon for mom and dad."
"Gan'er, the moon cannot be picked off. You can’t even see it. We can’t be so selfish.”
“Gan’er, you can eat your favorite five-nut moon cake soon. Are you happy?”
Er Dad's powerful and kind voice seemed to be heard next to me again, and all my thoughts, with these words, returned to the sweetness of childhood. When I was a child, every Mid-Autumn Festival, my family would set up a table upstairs with grapefruits and mooncakes in a large fruit plate, and we would devoutly wait for the most dazzling moon of the year to appear (commonly known as Gongyue in my hometown). . Since I was still young, the moonlit time always seemed very long, and I felt so impatient when I wanted to eat moon cakes. And every time at this time, I would nestle in my father's arms and listen to my father telling stories about the moon, and time would pass by unknowingly. Only now do I understand that my father was afraid that I would be greedy, so he distracted me so that the entire tribute month process could be completed smoothly.
Now that I have grown up and my parents are old, that straight waist cannot withstand the ravages of time and has already begun to curve. Once upon a time, when I saw this arc, I couldn't help crying secretly. Rather than saying that time is not forgiving, it is better to say that I am a direct executioner. My parents were worried and concerned about me all the time when I was growing up, studying, and working. The farther away we are, the tighter our parents’ hearts are. It’s pitiful for the hearts of parents in the world.
I can’t remember how many Mid-Autumn Festivals I have been unable to go home to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my most beloved relatives. When I was in my first year of high school, I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival not at home for the first time. It was the first time that I couldn't spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in my father's arms. I called back and cried. My father said, "Gan'er has to learn to be independent when he grows up. Gan'er has to learn to be independent." "My son is the best and the most well-behaved." Then, spending different holidays outside again and again, I have long been accustomed to the beautiful life. However, every festive season, I miss my family even more, and always on the eve of the festival, my heart can't calm down. When I am studying, I am too far away from home. It’s hard to ask for leave after working. But if we don’t go back, our parents will have to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone.
At this time every year, my family will call me, trying to control all my worries and say, "Gan'er, your parents are fine. Don't worry. Work is important. It's okay to come back when you have time." Parents all over the world are like this. It is great. No matter when and where, the starting point is for the good of the children, even if they endure more hardships, even if they are conflicted to the point of collapse. As long as the children feel comfortable, they will also feel comfortable, and they are willing to take on everything.
I couldn’t help but walk to the grapefruit tree, raised my head, and tears fell down unconsciously: Pomelo, can you also hear my homesick voice? Are you also eager to move from the tree to the fruit bowl, sacrifice yourself, and replace the wanderers who cannot return home to accompany their loved ones to spend a happy Mid-Autumn Festival? Yuzi, I'm not even as good as you. I keep talking about how filial I am, but I don't actually act on it. Money is not the only magic weapon that can quench my thirst for home. Is it right?
Turn on the stereo and search like crazy for the song "Go Home Often" sung by Chen Hong. Looking at the elderly parents in the picture, there are sounds of sorrow and warnings. Suddenly, I thought that this song was tailor-made for me, reminding me that it was time to go home, spend some meaningful days with the elderly, keep some memories, and don’t wait for everything to arrive in time. Only then did I realize that I had done too little.
Wipe away my tears, pack my bags, and board the car home. I am happy, heroic, and joyful all the way - dear, beloved parents, waiting for me, waiting for my daughter to be with you again. Revisit, relive the scenes I had when I was a child. Listen to my dad telling stories, listen to my mom nagging, and watch me act like a spoiled child. I also want to tell you that my daughter will no longer be busy every Mid-Autumn Festival in the future.
(PS: Dear friends, are you still deducting some wages for asking for leave and giving up on returning home? Are you still giving up on returning home for the holidays and the soaring fares? Maybe you want to Do you want to accompany your lover instead of your parents who are waiting for you to return home? Think about it: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the child wants to be filial but does not want to be loved." Maybe you will no longer be confused)
Direction, Just not far ahead
Come in a hurry, go in a hurry. So, I learned to wait.
From being anxious and unbearable before, to now enjoying it slowly. I think it should be an improvement.
Making progress every day. Let your mood settle and let your thoughts fly. Let go of everything that needs to be let go. Also let go of everything, it’s hard to let go. Adjust your mentality, learn to control, control your sad emotions, and your recovery is waiting for you.
During the May Day holiday, the temperature suddenly soared, and the weather was unbearably hot. It seemed that if you took off your cotton-padded clothes, you would enter summer directly, leaving no room for maneuver. I was caught off guard and rummaged through my wardrobe, looking for summer clothes. But the mood seems to be still in that season, and there is no turning back. The sun is shining brightly outside, and the interior is deserted. It’s surprising that spring has arrived and summer has arrived. In winter, I yearn for the warmth of summer. In summer, I look forward to the coolness of winter. Just like me, I am looking forward to your coming, but also afraid of your coming. This kind of contradiction and unbearableness is inextricable.
Since this is the case, then let nature take its course. Don’t ask for anything, don’t force it, don’t expect it, don’t be disappointed. So, will it be much calmer? Longing for a peaceful, simple life. Longing for a peaceful and simple heart, let the days pass smoothly. A little sad, but not too sad. So, how to grasp this scale? I raised my head and looked at the still gray sky. Although there is the sun, it lacks the feeling of azure blue. I discovered that this belated sun, which had just broken free from the shackles of the wind and sand, was a little careless, a little weak, a little depressed, and a little gloomy. It's also a bit sad.
Wandering on the urban streets with many people and cars, the luxury and prosperity are all behind you. Walking slowly, but firmly. This vast and solid land attracts everyone who passes by with their hurried footsteps. As a result, comedy and tragedy are staged alternately. You came and I left. Even though they are strangers, they all know the direction of progress.
The direction is not far away, ahead.
The last love I give you is to let go of my hand
She once regarded love as her entire life, but in the end she got heartache.
She once believed in him so much, but in the end he deceived her with lies.
She used to love him so much, but in the end he let her go.
She met him in Beijing, and she got to know him because of work. She and he are from the same company, she and he are just in different departments. She and he didn't fall in love at first sight, but they slowly developed sparks at work.
He used to really love her, and he would do anything for her. She knew that he loved her. So she also loved him with all her heart.
She has known him for two years. In these two years, he and she had quarrels and sweet moments. Every time she argued with him, he and she never gave in.
After every quarrel, she and he stopped talking for several days. Because she really cared about him and she was really sad. And he took the initiative to admit his mistakes every time, and she forgive him every time.
This shows that she really loves him. Because she loved him, she gave him many opportunities to save his love with her. She really loved him, and she once really regarded him as her whole life.
However, one time he said to her: "I'm going home." She asked why, because her parents asked him to go home and have a look, and he would be back soon. He promised her that she would wait until he came back.
She didn’t know what to say at this time, but she knew that she really didn’t want him to go. However, she knew she couldn't. Because love is not for restraint, she should let him go back.
In this way, she separated from him. The moment he separated from her, he told her that she must wait for him to come back. I will take care of things at home immediately and try to come back as soon as possible.
She believed him and kept waiting for him to come back. But she didn't expect that he would never come back after leaving. Days and nights, she was looking forward to his return.
But there was no news from him and he never came back. Could it be that everything he told her was a lie? She really couldn't believe herself.
What happened to all this, and why is this the result! She was really unwilling. Why did God do this to her? But, what else could she do!
There were many boys who admired her, but she never accepted them. Because she believed that he would definitely come back. Because she knows that he loves her.
She has been lying to herself, and he will definitely come back to find her. But two years have passed and there is no news about him. Later, I accidentally heard from a friend that he was married.
Hearing those words, she collapsed. It turns out that all of this was a lie, and he lied to her. She cried, and the tears she had been holding back for a long time finally fell at this moment.
After knowing the news about him, she happily wished him well. She dialed his number and she finally heard his voice. But she didn't speak for a long time because she wanted to hear his voice for the last time.
After a while, she finally spoke. How are you doing? With such a gentle sentence, he could tell it was her. She was living a normal life. How were you?
Well, it’s still the same. At this moment, both he and she felt strange. She asked him why you didn't come back. Didn't you promise me that you would come back?
He really wanted to go back, but he didn’t expect that when he returned home, his parents would no longer let him go out. She asked why! Because my parents only have a son, and they want him to start a family as soon as possible.
She finally knew the answer, and she finally gave up on him. She smiled and wished you happiness. Promise me to love her well and cherish her. After all, she is the person you will spend your whole life with.
He also smiled after hearing this. I will never forget you, because you are my first love. Can you give me another chance to love you well and cherish you.
She rejected him and he was very angry. He asked her, have you never loved me? No, I loved you, but not now, but once.
He asked why he couldn’t give me another chance since he loved me. She smiled, I gave you too many opportunities, so you didn't cherish them. Now, I won't give you another chance. I don’t want to be a third party in your marriage, and I sincerely wish you happiness. Happiness, I am not happy now. She told him that happiness requires two people to work together.
He is no longer the only one in your life, she should let go. For the past, let everything remain a good memory! Letting go is love, and she should let go of her love for him. Only in this way is it good for her, him and all of us.
She held back tears and said goodbye to him. Her heart ached, and no one could understand how she felt at this time. She loved him, really loved him. However, he deceived her. She was really sad and had unspeakable pain in her heart.
There is a kind of love called letting go. Since he is no longer the only one in her life and no longer the focus of their love, she has really made an end. She decided that from now on, she would treat herself well, love herself well, and live well.
She always believed that one day the other half of her life would come to her, and maybe it really wouldn't be him. She can't remember the past anymore, which will hurt her even more.
At this moment, she turned off her phone. From then on, she left the city that made her sad. From then on, she had no contact with him. Because she really wants to start a new life and forget the past.
She didn’t want to make herself sad anymore, let alone let the pain spread. She learned to forget and started to learn to make herself happy. In fact, only those who think openly can liberate themselves and let themselves go.
Life is so short, there is no need to waste it on something that is not worth it. She was sad for a long time, and she finally started a new life. There are no ups and downs in life that cannot be overcome, and there are no obstacles that cannot be overcome. The key is how you look at it.
At this moment, she really felt that the blue sky was really blue and the sunshine was still so warm. The sun shone on her face, and she smiled happily. This time it was for herself. She knew that no one was the only one in anyone else's life. Only she was the only one in her life.
When it’s time to let go, let it go. Sometimes persistence is a kind of harm, and letting go may be a kind of relief. Letting go is her love for him and her own care. Letting go is love, letting go of her love for him and letting him disappear from her life.
Because she once loved him, she buried her heartache deeply and left with a smile.
Because she knew that there was a kind of love called letting go, and that was the most beautiful and true thing she left to him.
If you really love me, don’t contact me again
It’s always drizzling in the sky recently, and I also think of you in the distance. The past events unfolded before my eyes, and it turned out that I had not forgotten you. Even so, I don't miss you very much. I just think of you occasionally and the days we spent together.
I once really loved you and thought you were the only one in my life. Now that I think about it, who is the only one in so and so’s life? It turns out that without you in my life, I will still have a brave smile.
Time flies so fast, we have been separated for four years. Now you have your wife, but I am still wandering alone. Although living alone is a bit lonely, I am very happy.
Because I enjoy the unique wonderfulness that this loneliness brings to me, which makes me feel and understand late at night. I like to be alone and quiet without anyone disturbing me. I can do whatever I want and think whatever I want.
I never suppress myself. I cry when I want to cry and laugh when I want to laugh. Life is only a few decades, why not let yourself live happily! Therefore, my pursuit is to constantly surpass myself and constantly make myself happier.
A person’s life is really free. Although it is a bit helpless, I like it. Until today, I am still alone, not for you, but for myself.
Because I want to live my own life alone, live my own life. I don’t want to be a woman who relies on men, I just want to be my own only one.
I use my hard-working hands to create my own happiness. I am happy with my happiness, I am happy with my happiness. My happiness is not because of how much wealth I have, but because I have gained spiritual happiness.
Maybe some people will say that I am stupid, but this is what I want and what I pursue. There are also many friends around me who say to me, just find a good man and marry him, at least you don’t have to work as hard as now.
I smiled after hearing this. I like this kind of life. I don’t want to get married just for the sake of getting married, because I just want to live for myself and make brave decisions for my future life.
I know that I will face many choices in the future, but I will not give up easily. Because I know that nothing can be smooth sailing. No matter how bumpy my life may be in the future, I will never give up.
Occasionally you will chat with me, but I only regard you as a friend I once had. Many times, you tell me how much you love me, how much you miss me, and how much you want to see me.
Please don’t tell me you love me again, please don’t hurt me again, please don’t tell me your promise. Nowadays, none of this means anything to me.
If you really care about me, if you still have me in your heart, don't tell me that you love me. Please keep the last bit of beauty for you and me, maybe it will be sweet to think of us.
Please don’t tell me you love me again. I really don’t want to hear you say it to me again. Now that the past has become the past, let us all keep the last bit of beauty!
Please don’t tell me you love me again, because I really don’t want to hear you say it to me again. Because of you and me today, because of you and me in this life, there is no way back.
Please don’t tell me you love me again. If you really love me, don’t hurt me again. If you really still love me, save the last dignity and the last memory for me.
Please don’t tell me you love me anymore, because you are no longer worthy of my love, and I am not worthy of your love. Because you have made a choice, we can never go back to the past in this life.
Please don’t tell me you love me again, because I don’t want to be your third party. If you really love me, you should give up on me and forget me.
Please don’t tell me you love me again, because I really don’t want to hurt your wife. I don't want to, I really don't want to. Since you have chosen your wife, you must treat her well and wholeheartedly.
Please don’t tell me you love me again, because I will be even more sad. Forget what you should forget, sometimes being too persistent will hurt more people. Giving up is also another kind of beauty in life, a kind of relief.
Please don’t tell me you love me again, because we really won’t have any results until today. If you really still love me, love your wife as much as you like me. After all, she will accompany you to the end of your life.
Please don’t tell me you love me again. That not only insults me, but also insults you. Don't say anything about love to me anymore, after all, we are not who we were back then.
Please don’t tell me you love me again, I’m really tired of hearing it, and I’m tired of hearing it. Don't say anything anymore, because I really don't want to hear what you say anymore.
Please don’t tell me you love me again, let me go, spare me, forget me! Don't tell me how reluctant you are to leave me, and don't tell me that I am your first love and your eternal favorite.
Please don’t tell me you love me again and forget about me. This is the best choice for me and you. Forgive me, forgive me for not being able to contact you again, because I really don’t want to hurt anyone, including myself.
Please don’t tell me you love me again, this is not the result I want. If this is your love for me, don't hurt me again. Stop talking, I really can't bear it.
Please don’t tell me you love me again. Since you have gone far, don’t look back. Don't make me cry anymore, then don't tell me you love me again.
Please don’t say you love me again, really don’t say it again, let the beauty of the past stay in yesterday, not today. Forget what you should forget. Don't tell me that you still love me and that you still care about me.
Please don’t tell me you love me again. If you really love me, don’t contact me again. If my disappearance can bring you happiness, I would never have any news from you.
Please don’t tell me you love me again. Remember what should be remembered, forget what should be forgotten, change what can be changed, and accept what cannot be changed.
Love is gone, love is gone
Love is gone,
I am like a deceived child,
sad in the wind and rain Crying------
You said,
You want to stay with me forever,
But your life is so short------
You left,
You left with all the promises you left for me,
Do you really want me to disappear from your memory like this? ?
I once thought it was an April Fool’s Day joke,
Being humble is a revelation of true feelings,
The compromise is just to prove a fact that you don’t want to have!
I woke up crying,
I smiled confidently at the face in the mirror,
I really never want to go back to the past ------
The past,
is just a phantom,
All the past is a broken dream!
I woke up from the dream, < /p>
Love is broken,
The debris on the floor is stuck in my heart!
Love is gone,
Love is gone,
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The fate of this life is over------
I woke up from the dream,
I just want to regain my confidence,
Let Life is happy, beautiful and happy again!
Time flies, but the warmth of our first meeting remains unchanged
Some encounters are due to misses in the previous life, and the fate of the previous life will be renewed in the next life. The encounter in this life may be because we passed by each other 500 years ago, and we will meet again in this life. You and I may have met not because of fate, nor because of passing by each other in the previous life, but because of a network, a text, a story, and an emotion.
——Inscription
Life is like a song, the singer is you and me, the lyrics are written for our warm encounter.
Life is like a river, the riverbed is you, and I am the river flowing through you.
A flower blooms only because it is moistened by sunshine, rain, dew and soil. And I met you only because of words, and we shuttled through files together. You and I gather in the world of the Internet and become ordinary women who shuttle between words. The woman you and I met through words is a woman as elegant as a flower, a woman who is cherished. I still remember when I first came to Sina, because I had nowhere to vent my pain, I fell in love with words. Give every bit of yourself to the words, give them a sad soul, and let my sad but simple words be stored here.
You broke into my world and I passed through your city. Don't listen, just read your words. Maybe I linger over it because of its beauty, or maybe I read your story again because I feel the same sadness. Read a text, listen to a story, read an emotion. I just don’t want to open my heart to embrace happiness and the warmth in these words.
Beautiful stories always reveal a touch of sadness. Just as you see my bright smile, you can't see the sadness I hide behind it. You said you can be sad, but not depressed. I said, I will work hard to be as bright as a flower, just because I want to use my sunshine to warm your heart.
Too beautiful words will always be forgotten in a certain corner in time, but the warmth of you and me remains unchanged when we first meet. I still remember that our encounter was neither beautiful nor ugly, just a touch of warmth, until this moment. You said, come to me and cuddle up together. I said, come to me and never leave.
From the perspective of you who read my words, I am always a woman who writes about her feelings with sadness. Less bright and more sad. Because love gave me the right to be sad, but it forgot to teach me how to completely forget sadness. Looking at your words is full of sadness, but full of happiness. Not envious is just a sincere blessing, because my warmth cannot really give you a lifetime of happiness, it can only stay at the first meeting.
You read my words on the other side of the Internet, and I read your stories on the other side of the Internet. The Internet allows us to meet, and words allow us to get to know each other. Cherish this encounter and get to know each other in the illusory world.
Here, some people come and choose to leave, but some people come and are always there. Those who leave may come back, because leaving is only for a short time, and leaving for a short time is just to come back better. However, some people turn around for the rest of their lives.
We are all here to record every bit of life in words, whether sad or happy. When we are tired, there are always invisible shoulders here for us to rely on. When you are sleepy, there is always a place to sleep warmly. When you are hurt, there are always people here who can give you infinite comfort.
Writing is a reflection of life, telling every moment of a person’s journey. Words are a collection of stories that bring together the different bitter experiences of you and me. Words are like a meter of sunshine, absorbing the sadness and loss in emotions.
Words have the power to build an emotion called friendship between you and me who have never met each other on the Internet. It doesn’t matter where we come from, just because we are all telling stories with words. The story is not gorgeous, so how can the words be gorgeous? Whether the text is short or long, people who understand it will naturally understand it. People who don't understand it will be redundant even if it is ten thousand words long. We use words to tell stories and words that cannot be told to lovers.
Everyone has his own unique text and a story. You and I met on the Internet and through text. Even if we have a little disbelief about the emotion, the warmth at the beginning of the encounter remains unchanged. I hope you are happy and that the sunshine I send you always shines in your heart. I said, shall we meet again in the next life? We must cling to each other as we have in this life and remain good friends and good sisters. May you remember that your world has come, but never leave.
I write this article to those of you who met on the Internet, and those of you who read me through words. You - the person we know between words. There are too many people I want to write about, and the feelings I want to express are too deep. How can my meager words be enough? I hope my clear and simple words are the testimony of our acquaintance and friendship through words.