When tomorrow became today became yesterday, and finally became the memory of a day that is no longer important, we suddenly realized that we have been pushed forward by time without realizing it, and became another self in this thing.
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The night curtains were drawn, and the blackness spread quietly. I played the song "Just Beginning" by Fan Bingbing on a loop, and time always passes unnoticed, as if I had stepped into this strange and longing school only yesterday, but tomorrow I will draw a conclusion for him.
I stood at the window, the deep night will be surrounded by the whole neighborhood, everything that is like my heart, the silence is very quiet, just occasionally heard a few cars. I don't know what kind of emotion moved me, want to go out and walk, walk alone in the street, let the light will be their back long, what kind of feeling?
The half-moon hung in the night sky, and a few dark blue clouds wandering. I was walking aimlessly, the noise of the crowd in my ears, this is a center square. The vendors were selling food, drink and entertainment, and seemed to have it all. People were dancing in the square, but most of them were middle-aged people, and the neon lights in front of me were all flashing, confusing my vision. I felt so far away from the scene, so pompous, that I wanted to run away.
When I approached the lake, the fresh water came to me, and the sound of gurgling water, quietly flowing. Suddenly remembered the teacher had said a sentence: "When you feel tired, then go to find a mountain with trees and water." Looking at the hidden reflection in the water, thinking about the truth of this statement, perhaps my heart can also be like this lake like precipitation. Walking around the lake to the north, noticing the changing faces around me, it seems that one face is gradually aging, gradually climbed on the wrinkles, until it disappears. Listening to their laughter, family matters, emotional entanglements, everything is intertwined. In the pavilion by the lake, there are three or two elderly people gathered. Further ahead, in an open space, the elderly are playing Tai Chi, which is gentle and light. An old player was playing soft and soothing music. I walked to the end of the lake, stopped to admire, looking back to the road, time is so careless, accidentally white head, accidentally slipped to the end.
Like Fan Bingbing sang in the song: "I think everything has just begun, playing on behalf of the victory gesture." I should be glad that I have just begun, my life has just begun, I still have time, I can still cherish, I can still fight - until the white head of the young man, but also can look back on this past, no shame.