Gu Chenfeng @ 2008-06-06 08:52:57
The past is unbearable, my heart is shaking, your face is on the top of the broken kite, but my heart firmly grasps the end of the thread. Does this mean that we will never be able to touch the once perfect inscription!
In the dead of night, who knows if there will be sunshine tomorrow, and can my heart bid farewell to gloom? The only thing I can know is that I can't sleep and can only taste loneliness quietly! I feel so stupid, so stupid. Does it really take a lifetime to forget you? I thought I would live a good life and be a big boy, but now I find that I really can't be the same as before, just like I can't put down my cigarette, knowing it's harmful, but I keep lighting it, sucking it close to prosperity and corroding loneliness!
Spring is blooming, and my heart has lost its former color. Once, I thought the sky was blue and everything was so beautiful. At this time, my mind is awake in my dream. It turns out that the sky is colorless, and those are all confused by appearance! As soon as the wind blows, it blows leaves all over the ground, blows off the petals of missing all over the ground, opens up missing and leaves bitterness!
The wind keeps blowing, and the clouds can't resist its temptation. Move slowly, let the sunshine or shadow or present, like your own mood, fly with the wind you like, and be sad with the music!
We can't set the length of life, but we can change its width. Everyone's persistence is different. No one has the right to say who is wrong. All we can do is comfort, right?
In our life, I don't know how many people come and go, just like those passers-by on the road when walking, some run counter to us and some walk in the same direction with us.
What runs counter to us may make us forget in an instant. Perhaps, in our life, one day, we will occasionally think of some vague shadows, but only occasionally-they are behind us and have gone further and further. Even if it is folded back for some reason, because it is too far apart, no matter how hard you try, you can't catch up.
People who travel with us sometimes pass us by, and some people may be separated from us for a while, but not for long. There are too many forks in the road of life, and at each intersection, our choices will be different. You have chosen this path, and you will break up. On the new road, of course, there will be new peers and new forks in the road.
Maybe we should choose another intersection. But on the other side of the road, we saw a man stop and wait. It turned out to be the person who appeared thousands of times in our dreams! We ran over in surprise, thinking that the man was waiting for us, only to find out later that the man was waiting for another man, or that we were mistaken for someone else. However, it is impossible to turn back, and we can only go along this road that we don't want to choose.
Sometimes on the way, we also want to stop and wait for someone. But after waiting, that person always doesn't come, or finally comes. Either people turn a blind eye and pass by, or people already have another colleague. We have to go back to the road alone, and the scenery along the way may not be appreciated for a long time.
We are looking forward to someone who can walk with us. There are ups and downs on the road of life, there are ditches and hurdles, and there are some wolves, tigers and leopards that can eat people. How much we wish someone would help us open an umbrella, but it is always rare. We are lucky to meet one in life. We call them bosom lovers, because with them, we always feel that we are not old and we will not feel too tired no matter how far we go.
Not to mention those who have only walked a short distance with us. These are our friends, and we thank them. They spent a difficult time with us, or just laughed with us for a while on a beautiful journey, and we are equally grateful to them.
We walked like this, so long life time, magically passed quickly.
Let's look back-the sun is shining warmly and the wind is blowing slightly. How many people come and go around you pass by, and how many are unforgettable? Actually, it doesn't matter anymore They are just a fragment of our lives.
Most of the journey of life, or we came by ourselves.