I hung the night gently on the treetop, and wanted to go alone with the flowing clouds ...
The silence of the night reminded me of my thoughts. Perhaps the lonely waiting made me helpless. Flowers bloom and flowers die, and whose palm lifted the dim moonlight and shed a little red, which introduced me into endless thoughts
Hidden loners pass through the night, and the lonely breath keeps flowing, turning into flowers that bloom at night, desolate and beautiful < P > The floating of nothingness is driven by the depths of the soul, interpreting all kinds of sadness in desolation. When the last drop is moved helplessly across the eyes, if the fluttering shadow can't find a home in the bleak wind, it will go away in ashes and raise a pale blue powder. < P > The past has been constantly deformed and dissipated, and memories and thoughts are flying in the night sky, and I don't know where to go. What is connected is forgetting and disappearing, the betrayal of Dongfeng is cold and heartless, the fallen flower is so rogue, and the rogue is prosperous and finally leaves. In this vague world, who has ever seen the unrequited flower
scattered and broken, and after a long search, it broke into the eyes of expectation, but I didn't know that the defects in the world had been exposed in an instant, plundering the only beauty in the darkness, covering up the hazy beauty of leisure stains
The love that stayed in fate, maybe it had already lost its so-called destination, maybe it just wanted to find the dissipated soul, or maybe it could only continue the sadness ... So why grieve for the loss?
People always yearn for a more perfect realm, however, there are always shortcomings. As a person grows older, the destiny of life is decreasing. Towards maturity and stability, but lost the carefree innocence; Enjoy the bath of the sun, but lose the baptism of the moon; Have a blue sky kiss, but lose the intimacy of the earth.
loss is not only a kind of pain.
the loss of what should be lost is a kind of detachment; It is a beautiful regret to lose what should not be lost.
People are always struggling in loss and always moving forward in gain. The success or failure of some things is unpredictable. We just have to try our best to be calm and happy after paying.
Without the vastness of the sea, there can be a wild stream; Without the chic of clouds, there can be the romance of smoky wind; Without the fragrance of Yuan Ye, you can have the green of grass. We can always find the coordinates of life, face what we lose calmly, and give up what is dispensable and touches the essence of life actively, and our life will surely win more relaxation and happiness.
Face life calmly, and don't grieve for the loss. As long as you have a beautiful mind and beautiful feelings, you can live frankly and naturally and freely! Chapter 3: the sadness of eighteen
I'm eighteen, and I'm an adult. Oh, I'm not a child anymore. I'm an adult, and I feel like I'm a failure. I don't know anything, I haven't studied much, and I haven't learned any skills. I can only work as a worker in a factory, doing the kind of work that fools do.
I am a fool. I don't know anything and don't want to learn. What can I do? What will I rely on to survive in the future? I am eighteen and an adult. I shouldn't rely on my parents to support me any more. Besides, I think they will support me, and they won't talk to me. They are divorced and live the life they want. I am depressed, confused, tired of talking, and afraid of the future. At eighteen, I should be happy, but I am not happy.
Many netizens always ask me why you are only eighteen years old. I don't know why I am like this. Anyway, I think life is cruel to me, and I live an empty life. What can I do? Surfing the Internet? What's good about surfing the internet? It's not practical to spend money. I only know that I pretend to be strong, beautiful and kind in the illusory network. Hehe, what? I am nothing, I have nothing, I want money, I have no money, I want nothing, and I am ugly. I really don't know what I am doing alive.
I am a withdrawn person. It's not that I don't want to make friends, but that people's hearts are too complicated. I don't know how to trust people. I am an injured person. I don't want to make friends, but I don't want to get hurt again.
There is a boy who obviously still loves others, but says he likes me. How can I trust him? Why should I trust him? Is he a person I can trust? Alas! Sad, I haven't met anyone who really loves me, and I don't have a job. I'm afraid of the future, alone.
this is my eighteen, sad eighteen. Chapter 4: Living in sadness
I don't know how much I have gained in one day. I seem to have become indifferent to my studies from one failure after another. I just often feel guilty. After all, he is no longer an honor student. Fortunately, I just failed in my grades and have no bad habits. Although I had a glorious past, it has passed after all, and he doesn't mean anything! But it is lingering.
I lived a low-key and painful life in junior high school. I hid it deep, deep. I study and work hard just to paralyze myself and escape. I compete with others for the first place in my studies. Sadly, I have always been the second. When selecting class cadres, the squad leader was not appropriate, and I won. Later, various honors also proved that I can do it, such as: excellent class collective, county-level and school-level excellent work. I paralyze myself and let my name appear on all levels of competition awards. I make myself as happy as possible. I will also be the host of the school cultural performance ... I just try to show myself and paralyze myself.
I was like that at school. In the empty room at home, I will take out my distant friends and write to me while watching my heart break and tears; On that full moon night and dark night, I will stare blankly at the night sky alone and enjoy myself. Listening to sad music will inevitably lead to tears, and I will look at the sky for a long time, because only at this time can I be in harmony with my heart in the dead silence of midnight. She represents everything to me. Watching the meteor slide in front of me intermittently, the melancholy loss in my heart will inevitably be deeper.
it's lonely to live alone in a house. I used to lie in bed and stare at the lamp on the ceiling. I was speechless and my throat was covered with hair, which made people breathless. All kinds of bitterness slipped quietly with tears and disappeared into the boundless night. A small yellow light in town is on. It's me in the middle of the night. That's my heart!
I finally graduated and was admitted to Fengzhong, the nearest municipal key middle school. I don't know her very well, but she is the place that many of us say we yearn for and the "university" in the hearts of adults. There, all the students in our hometown who were admitted there were admitted to famous universities. Fudan University, Major University, National Defense Science and Technology University, north university of china University, Tianjin University, Chuanmei, etc. They have become graduate students and doctors, and they are our role models and pride. I am the best child in my family, I am their hope, and we are also role models for neighborhood education. Our family is poor, but I am not inferior. I am the pride and hope of my parents. In our family, I am a good boy. I am not annoying. My neighbors like me to praise me. I grew up in a good environment, but it didn't bring me happiness. No one really understood me, but always misunderstood me and I was speechless. They hurt me unconsciously, and the age of rebellion made me start to resist. I am not silent! Chapter 5: Farewell is not sadness
It's a long day to leave sorrow, and the whipping refers to the horizon. -Gong Zizhen
When waving goodbye, we saw the firm belief in their eyes; When we turned away, we saw their tall backs. Their words leave sorrow for peace; Their words leave sorrow to rise; They turned sorrow into loyalty. When they walked alone in history, they said: Farewell is not sadness.
Wen Cheng went into Tibet
When she turned around, she saw the beautiful Datang Jiangshan drifting away on the vast ancient road, and she clearly heard the murmur of swallows and the cordial cries in her hometown. But wiping away tears, she bid farewell to prosperity and family, and went to sow the seeds of peace beyond the Great Wall. Her youth disappeared in this dazzling yellow sand, and her beauty was eclipsed in this eternal cold. Looking back, it is the perseverance when saying goodbye, and it is the blessing of the phoenix crown. The flying sand all over the sky seems to be crying, and the goshawk on the branches seems to be crying. Who saw Wencheng's gratified cheek?
Farewell is not sadness, but a colorful bridge of peace.
Gou Jian left the country
The cry of defeat after the war still seems to linger in my ears. He was dressed in slavery and stood at the gate. Beside him is his beloved city, which is now broken and damaged. Through the layers of farewell figures, he didn't see sadness, but his eyes filled with tears were expectation and support. Yes, he said goodbye and resolutely walked to the stable of the prince of Wu. He can suffer lingru, but he won't forget to eat and drink. Farewell always continues to come back, and returning is the courage to send troops down, and it is the pride of the history of history.
Farewell is not sadness, but perseverance.
Qu Yuan jumped into the river
Alone in a boat, he gradually moved away from the capital. Chu Huaiwang cold eyes still echoed in my mind. The river is cold and chilling, and he has nothing to miss. Standing by the river, he saw the people trying their best to keep them, and also saw the children holding high the translation of Li Sao. That's enough. It's better to go home after being humiliated. This is the last farewell of life. He is laughing, laughing at Yong Jun, laughing at the courtiers, and laughing at his loyalty will eventually go down in history. In one leap, he was swallowed up by the river. Is that a bleak farewell, or is it a continuation of "Xiu Yuan is a long way to go"?
Farewell is not sadness, but touching loyalty.
Birds bid farewell to their mothers to embrace the sky; Falling leaves bid farewell to branches to breed hope; Xiaofan bid farewell to the ocean to accept the challenge.
farewell is not sadness. Chapter 6: Sad Concern
There is a warm wind blowing from the horizon, with some faint fragrance around my mouth. From time to time, I will think of that concern, an unforgettable and sad concern.
One afternoon three years ago, the sky was blue without any white clouds, like a blue ink bottle accidentally knocked over. The birds brushed past their heads. The sound of wings overlapping resounded through the sky. I met her under the sky that just ended a quiet life, a little girl with a lovely smile and a little desolate. She covered her lower body with a thick quilt, sat quietly under the tree and looked at me quietly with her big innocent eyes, from which she could feel a little fear and loneliness. She looks very hungry. A white face turned pale after a few days of struggle. There is a black bag in her hand, bulging, I don't know what it is. My eyes are fixed on the bag, and suddenly the girl holds the bag tighter. This makes me feel an unspeakable taste.
I went home.
Pushing open the window, the ground smells attractive, and the sky is washed, which makes it particularly bright. The trees had a heavy rain bath last night, and the crystal dew left on the leaves brought some vitality to the green leaves under the sunlight.
When I walked to the school gate, a familiar and a little strange figure appeared in my sight again, and the birds broke people's quiet dreams in the morning. In a few days, she has changed. The big quilt on her lower body is gone, and the hairpin on her head is gone. There is only a shawl with scattered hair, and there are still a few tiny green wires hidden in the hair. She looked at me, her lips trembling, as if she had something to say but couldn't say it. Finally, I walked up to her and gently pulled away the hair that covered half of her face with my hand. Her body was extremely cold, which was the first reflection when I touched her hand. Suddenly she smiled, smiling so beautifully and brilliantly. My heart was shocked, but I also gave her a smile. It was in this morning that nothing was left after being washed by the heavy rain that I met her. But we never said a word, because we used the language of laughter instead.
It's another afternoon, and the annoying noise is ringing in my ears again, and I'm going to the familiar place where I can't be familiar. Look up. She left, but she didn't take anything with her, leaving only sadness. My heart is strange, tears can't help but come out of my eyes, and my vision is blurred. I can't see anything clearly, I can't see clearly ...
It's another afternoon, and the annoying noise has started again.
when will this concern stop? I hope this sad concern can be taken away by the wind. Let me no longer worry but miss. A simple yearning. I can still see her when I miss her.
Day, it began to rain ...
A little bit passed by ... Chapter 7: Stop and grieve
At one time, I thought that a happy world was like this, and a room full of sweets could not be exchanged.
the wind is blowing, so cold, biting cold, even the wind is laughing at me?
It turns out that this is just a memory. Is it because I saw you just now?
tears, I don't know why. I seem to see countless streams pushing me to a place.
It's the familiar maple grove.
"Rain, look, those two maple trees seem to be me and you. Snuggle together, the tall one is you, and the slightly short one is me. Never part. "
"Well, this is an agreement."
They in the maple trees bear witness to our friendship.
why? This year, I came to see you alone on fallen leaves. Are you sad, too?
"We are not friends anymore! I don't want to see you again. I'll go first. Take care of yourself ... "
" Then go! Don't meet again in the future, even if you meet, be like a stranger. "
"Goodbye, never again." After saying our favorite sentence, she turned around and left alone. From the beginning to the end, I never looked back, fearing that I would collapse. In that maple forest, I cried, as if my pillar had been supporting me. I seem to see the bits and pieces of the past constantly interwoven into vivid pictures. They overlapped and collapsed, leaving only a piece of residue scattered. In which subject, I clearly heard the sound that happiness was walking away through the debris ...
Fingers caressed the rough bark, and a warm current came to my mind. The god of maple told me, "son, why don't you explain?"
explain, is it useful?
Look at the fallen leaves of the maple tree. Tears, silently sliding down my cheeks, hit my heart and hurt strangely.
the wind, when it comes, will leave, and there are leaves all over the floor under my feet. Chapter 8: A River of Sorrow
I failed in the senior high school entrance examination, and I did worse than ever. It is conceivable how bad my summer vacation was this year. It has been more than 3 days since my holiday, but in these more than 3 days, I have been reprimanded for more than 2 days, some light and some heavy, especially after I learned my grades.
in my mother's criticism, I