Editor's Pick: Listening to the mountains and rivers, the spring breeze brewed into a thousand words, blowing through the old man's hometown; cold window hibernation, let the lamp will be memories of the ink coloring into a thick square book, linked to the future of the past.
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It's a big sky full of stars, who will deliberately look for the brightest one, and who will find the darkest one by chance? The stars are glittering and bright, and there is always a light that pulls your eyes and accompanies you in your flow.
I remember when I was a sophomore, I ran to Tibet with my best friend Lao Shan. When we parted ways, I watched through the car window as he stood alone on the platform, carrying a large bag and a guitar, waving to me. He just stood there, distant like a long, long story. When we met again later, I asked him how he felt, and he told me, "It was like a moment of sand in my eyes, and I just felt so alone in the sky and the earth." I understand that feeling, just like once sent Grandpa into the operating room I looked at him that glance, just like eleven years old in junior high school, I was alone on the roof of the school building to watch the sunset that afternoon.
Zhang Jiajia's book has a sentence: "What people are most afraid of is to meet, the most difficult is to leave, because an encounter, may be the memories over the mountains." In the long years, a little bit of growth, slowly become strong. Just like the "Journey to the West" to make the Tang monk become a Buddha is not the scriptures of RuLai, but the road traveled in the dust of the ninety-nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties.
People's lives have to experience some for you to turn things upside down, and only after that will be the kind of light hearted to face everything. If the snow in December does not cover the corner of the branch of the plum, the aroma will be a little lighter.
People are always used to looking for memories in yellowed scrolls, but do not dare to turn the page easily. I don't know how to face the childish face quietly change myself, I don't know how to find the old friends from the south and north of the world, and I don't know whether to disturb the furniture that has been dusted by the years? In the days to come, stepped over a hundred stone bridges, every time you look over the fence, are like a small town hometown of the smoke and rain. Walking through the green hills, every time you rest under the forest, it seems to hear the childhood hunt for the cicadas.
Moonlight precipitation, candlelight flickering night, sometimes may hear the sound of their own slow aging. In the cup of tea after smoke to see more real self. The days are soft and gentle, parents are still healthy, there are three to five friends can be with the cup of wine, there is a good person can be with the heart to hang out. I have a goal, something to do, and I happen to have a pack of Yuxi cigarette money in my pocket. Although they are clumsy, occasionally sneak small lazy, occasionally small discouragement, but has been in no hurry slowly forward, a childish, a cute, seven points of maturity in the world, there is a point it, hide it, wait for you to guess.
Last night, I opened the computer and inadvertently brushed to the short film of the Deja Altman, but there is a different feeling, perhaps everyone's body has a 30 million years ago, the light.
Four o'clock in the morning there are sanitation workers driving a sanitation car along the street slowly forward, 12:00 noon takeaway delivery workers shuttle between the intersections, 5:00 p.m. white-collar workers crowded with buses and subways, 8:00 p.m. the square dancers stereo sound on time. Eleven o'clock at night to the early hours of the morning, the lights in this huge city go out little by little. The stars in the sky reflect the lights on earth, each one, each one, ordinary and lovely.
The moon alone, listen to the mountains and rivers to the spring breeze brewed into a thousand words, blowing through the old man's hometown; cold window hibernation, let the lamp will be remembered dyed into a thick ink square book, linked to the future past. The stars in the sky, the glittering light, is me, but also you.
(Responsibility: Deputy Editor)