Can not do things, love can not talent will chant, did, loved, are silent lying in the memory.
This is known as one of the three giants of QQ music Xu Song wrote, he is an uninitiated only one mind to take into account the music intoxicated by their own creation of the singer.
These years may not appear in the screen and topic, but the talent is not reduced, creative power remains.
When I read this sentence, my heart was touched, and my eyes were fixed on the words that struck a chord in my heart, and I thought about them over and over again.
How aptly said in both human and human terms, a grounded understatement that speaks to the mind of the common man, as is almost always the case.
If we can not regret to complete a dream thing, after the full of memories hidden in the mind, properly and peacefully; on the contrary, the heart may be repeatedly recited, endless.
As another quote I read before says:
Hurts will eventually scab over and heal, while regrets will follow as a shadow until the end of life.
Regret is a wonderful word, and the things and people that exist in regret are eternally bright, as new as ever and will never be dusty.
Like Eileen Chang's white and red roses, no matter which one you choose, there is always one that will never wither.
We have a lot of things that can not be done as we wish, if each of these things have to be taken into account, it is not bad and their own; if they are all indifferent, what is the meaning of living?
Memories are beautiful, because people will add a lot of ink to the memories, will be carefully carved, so that they are convinced, should be so brilliant.
I once wrote a fragment:
Mid-Autumn.
I and a group of friends cheerfully gathered in the cultural square, the square is crowded, noisy sound endless, are excited to look at the lights, a group of people in the grass hands and feet to study how to put the lanterns, almost everyone with a few glow sticks in hand, the amusement park near the crowd, in the surrounding laughter can be vaguely heard screaming from the pirate ship, everywhere rendering a strong Mid-Autumn Festival atmosphere. The company's website is a great source of information about the company's products and services, and the company's website.
A bunch of our friends bought a whole box of glowsticks, which we had to carry around on our hands and necks, and were excitedly discussing what to do next at the edge of the grassy area.
Suddenly there was the sound of breathing in my ear, followed by a, "Hey."
I took half a step back in shock, and subconsciously looked back, but all I could see was the back of a man who had walked a few paces away and was about to blend in with the crowd, becoming the background, leaving me to stare at the back of the man, ignoring the backdrop of the people passing by. A few seconds later, he turned back with that half-curved corner of the mouth smiled at me, surrounded by colorful lights and decorations suddenly lost color, that bright-eyed smile became the absolute color of my eyes. I froze for a second, I also returned.
This is my memories, after more than two years to write, I once liked the memories of a person. I imagined how beautiful it would be, painting a picture as if it were a unique piece of my life, filling my heart with a relationship that had no marriage or outcome.
I showed my sister that article afterward and she was skeptical and said was it that good?
I smiled unconcernedly and replied to her that the scene might have been, in fact, that he said hello to me, and I looked back at him in shock, and then there was no more. I proceeded to immerse myself in the festive atmosphere talking and laughing loudly with you guys, completely leaving him behind.
This is the gap between reality and memories, and it's always best to remember.
After all, once really born love, really have regrets, can only rely on memories to support.
Ximurong has a poem I also like, which has a line:
I do not intend to miss, but I have been doing so, miss the flowers full of branches of yesterday, and to miss this day.
This day, still have to repeat that same parting, the rest of life will become a stranger, a thousand miles away, in the twilight, bowing down y to you.
This poem is called "Farewell", in fact, the whole piece is very heart-warming. Ximurong's poems are always so euphemistic and moving, each line seems to find ****ing in their own short life, can be said to be one of my favorite authors.
The life we go through is made up of misses, and all the time, there is always an unknown miss.
Sometimes we miss the falling flowers on the street corner, and usher in a beautiful meeting; sometimes we miss a beautiful meeting, and usher in the flying falling flowers.
So there are always two sides to things in this world, and so are we. Many people always think that getting is beautiful, but there are also many examples of getting it without realizing that they are cherished, only to be deliberately ignored by us.
The fairy tale is the end of the marriage of the prince and princess at that moment, because the next to get along with the daily routine, no longer a fairy tale, can not continue to fantasize.
We can not force everything to have a perfect, regret is these defects left us never deteriorate the gift.
Compared to this beautifully wrapped gift, I actually want more, is the simple things, is a pity, is not perfect you.