01.
In my opinion, the word "perfect", whether it describes a person or a thing, is probably a bit far-fetched. It wasn't just yesterday that the word "perfect" was used, and it's easy to see how it could be credible.
Just as Suzhou gardens are not symmetrical, unintentional imperfections are a natural beauty that cannot be replicated.
Nonetheless, people still have infinite yearning and thirst for near-perfect things, including me. A touch of green, a spring, an ink painting, a landscape, a person, as long as I like, all are flawless.
I realized I was wrong.
What I thought was beautiful was only what I imagined.
I used to think that the excellent people naturally born, standing on the podium temperament is a height I can not reach; I used to think that I care about people have everything I like ......
I like him, that a little bit of his tiny warmth will be infinitely enlarged by me, and then secretly touched themselves; I like him. Even if he let me down, I have to try to make excuses for him to try to convince myself.
I like him, because he is flooded with a light that makes me mesmerized and obsessed. Perhaps it was never him that I liked, just the light that filled the trees with nothingness.
I know that I am brewing an irredeemable tragedy.
02.
December 30, 2018, the thin snow that drifted in this small southern city has now all melted. I think it is not only the snow that has melted, but also the full passion and love that I once had.
Physics says that melting will absorb heat, indeed these days the air is quite cold. I think the cold is more than breath, there is an obsession.
There is a secret, hidden in the heart for a long time.
The feeling of the time has long disappeared, always remember that there is a thing, but also not in vain ever young.
Three years in junior high school, I have twenty years of years of rare good memories, I do not know when, I secretly like a boy in the class. No one knew, and no one believed.
The teacher in the eyes of good grades, parents in the eyes of good children, students in the eyes of a good example of hard work
Such a label, gave me pride, but also gave me limitations.
The boy as if the whole body with its own light, high school and even now, I found that he is just a long fat ordinary boys, how to care so much about him at first?
Perhaps the wrong admiration, as a favorite.
03.
A calm afternoon, the sun is just right, a small bird flew over the endless sea, dropped a stone.
Plop! Wake up the sleeping water waves, rippled out a layer of tiny halo circle, a few seconds to disappear, and then level as a mirror.
This is an accidental act, the sea does not think so:
It is just a bird, it is not necessary to dream so complicated, it is just yearning for the blue sky. It was just a bird's dream, and it was just a bird's dream, and it was just a bird's dream, and it was just a bird's dream, and it was just a bird's dream.
You are a sea, why do you want to find a complacency, a pride from such a tiny animal?
Even if the bird admires you, is it going to swoop down to the surface of the sea and exchange its life for a loving embrace? Parallel lines, no matter how they are extended, will never intersect. The first thing you need to do is to try to break the dimension of the space, but also to repair the lack of time.
After all, it is: "It can be viewed from afar, but not to be played with."
It would be nice if you danced the soft ripples and smiled at the birds like a friend. And how nice it would be if you never had any of that self-righteous mental theater.
Somehow, I feel like both the sea and the bird.
Chuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly is just a confusion between himself and the butterfly, and there is no way to tell the difference between reality and reality. I'm not sure if I'm a good person or a good person. I probably can't find myself.
04.
I have a bad habit: to do a thing, the heart is loaded with all this. It's as if doing something else is a sin, and it's filled with endless guilt. Because of this, I always miss a lot, of course, also get a lot.
The interview preparation these two weeks, the heart really can not be loaded with other things.
The ninth grade language textbook adds a lot of high school text, a time is not finished. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the stuff that I've read in the past.
After thinking about it, I continued to read in silence.
After all, I've never been good at gambling, and fate hasn't allowed me to win. The first thing I want to do is to get the best of the best.
After reading the seventh and eighth grade texts, it seems that the bottom line is a little more adequate. The interview pass rate is not low, compared to the test editor much easier, but that can never be a reason for me to take it lightly.
In the countdown to the exam, I made time to write something, it's good.
After the interview, I was waiting for almost 10,000 words of homework in various subjects. Luckily, the only final exam that followed was History of Ancient Chinese Literature.
After I go home after the 15th, a month or so of winter vacation life is really here.
The days of eating, sleeping, and playing well are near, and still getting clearer. I like to give myself a reason to relax, a motivation at the end of a tiring day.
? Good night~