If you are tired, please sit on the empty chair at Hongpailou bus stop. The night owned by strangers once occupied the world. If you don't want to open your eyes wearily, walk side by side with the sun! Last night, some dreams covered your hair and some people quietly walked out of your life. No one stayed, only loneliness was left in time?
You put everything down and picked up a messy life. The triviality of the ground is like the night outside, the trees are dancing and the crowd is silent. The moon touches its ears and can't see the right or wrong of life. You lost. You took the last courage of your life and lit a bonfire at the end of the forest. You are unhappy, today and yesterday.
Look up, you look into the distance. Poetry is still Haizi's People drag out an ignoble existence on the train. No matter in Chengdu Plain or at the end of Hulunbeier Grassland, the sunshine extending into the night is warm. Unfortunately, the warmth of this world is inseparable from the night. I like to watch children with runny noses at night, and my pants with holes are stained with mud. You want to give children some candy, but their dreams only include books and toys. You have nothing. You indulge yourself too much.
Ups and downs, from one city to another. You find the world so indestructible. Your eyes are full of speeding cars and people running for their lives, and even the sky is getting deeper and deeper. You crave some comfort and do whatever you want, just like water falling out of a flower. You are still wrong. Quiet years are a flash of lightning in autumn, and osmanthus trees have trapped your life, no way back. After being scarred, you are a firefly flying in the dark.
One day, you suddenly stopped and everything went wrong. You think this is a betrayal of life, and you remember that you swore to be loyal to life. Laughing and laughing is hard, just like giving yourself a loud slap in the face. You touched your sore cheek, and those sweet words mixed with tears were buried in the soil. Earth is a deep yearning, like an unspeakable word, stuck in the throat, then swallowed into the stomach and rotted in the dark forever.
In the dark, you bury your head and think like a wise man. Time is wasted year after year, and the flowers in the yard bloom again and again. You are stupid, and your heart is rippling again. You put down the thick book and a dog wags its tail behind you. You didn't see anything? Didn't hear anything? Your heart is like a lake. Only a few wild ducks were swimming in the water, and a retired man was fishing on the shore. You still haven't met yourself, dressed yourself in fancy clothes, and adapted to the elegance of a pair of high heels. You are expressionless and hate that the night has taken away too many years of your life.
If you don't know life, sitting cross-legged just consumes life. When you get up early, you must straighten out the dissipated night with a wooden comb. You can also hold hands tightly, or push open a numb table and let it tell you that the night is cold. You have to write this down and blow away the night in the form of a story. But the night is not in your hands, you climb mountains and mountains, you fly over Daiyue, people have fallen asleep, and only your search is breathing and beating.
You want to talk to someone and tell him that you are tired, really tired. You hold the stone above your head, and all your friends climb the fruit tree. You don't want to interrupt me. Everyone can get comfort from the way of life. But you said that life is vague and you can't see the future. For life, remember to let the white clouds float across the desert.
If you can't grasp your heart, let happiness cross the sea of suffering. Stick to your original intention, and all the stones you collect will bloom in the dark.
You are free, an untouchable holy land of freedom. You can give yourself a new name, put on a pair of sneakers that fit you and smile at everyone. You are happy, the happiest flower. If one day the night forces you to think, I hope you like eating vegetables, and I hope you like feeding horses and chopping wood. If you like, let the seagulls fly around the night today!
Today, there is mud everywhere, not autumn rain, but osmanthus falling. Stand Up! Let more people see your smiling face. The light and heat of smiling face dispelled the night. What you need is more strength and growth.
There is you at night, and you have night. The difference is the difference between the three views. If you don't feel sorry, you can get caught in a rain and have a quiet sleep in the sun. If you are unhappy, then return the sea to the sea and yourself.
I hope one day you can come to out of the dark and tell me with a smile: I am very happy.
20 18 10/2, Chengdu, Zhu Hongchu