When you come back, everything is still the same as usual, hanging up the bamboo curtains in front of the window, lighting up the porch, just to give you the comfort and warmth that you always have when you return from your farewell, when you come back, everything is still the same as usual, stewing soup on the stove, heating up the rice in the electric pot, and I'm just going out to have a walk in the plaza in front of the temple. When you come back, will be surprised to find that the green shirt I have worn yellow, like a verdant meadow from the summer into the fall, when you come back,
will also be surprised to find that eight pounds of thin quilt ten years later, but also can be cold, only for the memory of the countless winter nights to the silence left behind by the faint smell of body odor, when you come back, I was not vice versus the full bloom of the year, the eagle-like sharp eyes have been dimly lit. Sharp eyes have long been dazed and confused half because of frequent tears, half because of the bitter hope, when you come back,
I have not the same as when the full-fledged, lonely sitting in front of the eaves of the old house, basking in the short-lived remnants of the sun in the winter, the heart of sadness in the past, the face covered with the frost of the early fall, when you come back when I was bedridden, the doctor could not find out what the changes in the disease and no medication, he was only a few days ago. The doctor could not find any lesions and there was no medication to treat the grief, he just wanted me to rest more and not to hurt my mind thinking about it, when you came back,
I have been sick in bed for a long time, not a cold or hepatitis, but I always feel tired all over the body, and I have spent my life waiting for a long time, after this parting for more than thirty years, when you came back, I was not in the world, go to the neighboring houses first to visit to listen to their narrative of my situation, how to die in the wait To keep my vow to you. When you come back, I am no longer in the world, the grass on the grave does not need to be trimmed, and do not have to give me much paper money, looking back on the world of sadness and happiness, you are my only attachment and attachment.
"Going to the Far Side"
It is always necessary for a man to go to the far side,
Going to the far side is to make the life more brilliant.
Walking on the rugged road,
young eyes are loaded with dreams and even more with thoughts.
Whether walking alone or in company,
Let every footprint be solid and powerful.
We learn to bear the pain -
Learn to collect the tears like pearls,
Store all the tears in the success of the day to flow,
That day, even if the flow of it a sea of ocean.
We learn to deal with misunderstandings -
Learn to taste the bitter wine of life as if it were a drink,
No matter how much aggression and hardship life has gone through,
We always wake up every morning with a vigorous face,
.
We learn to deal with rumors -
Learn to face the vicissitudes of the world with calm and serenity,
Suddenly approaching death without being surprised, and adding this without any reason without being angry",
This is our great courage, our cultivation.
We learn to strive only for the day -
Life is short, the road is long,
We keep walking,
We who keep walking have also become a scenery.
Toward the faraway place,
From teenager to youth,
From youth to old age,
We walk from the stars into the sunset
This poem is Wang Guozhen's Toward the Faraway Place, which I've only recently read - and loved.
Thoughts, how much weight?
How much strength and sanity does it take to carry it?
Always in the noisy streets, the wrong crowd,
similar figures, a moment of disorientation; always in the dim cabin of the prisoner
himself, see every thing, hear every sound,
thinking of that person; always in the cold half of the night nest can not be
cannot control murmur a familiar to be no longer familiar,
and far away,
and the other is not the same.
A familiar name that is too familiar and too far away to be mentioned again;
Always in the bottom of the heart, there is a small voice reminding myself:
Why can't I forget? ...... always, always tightly wound by thoughts.
Learning to bear separation, but can not learn to carry thoughts.
The temperature has dropped a bit scary lately,
I wonder if that person who can't take care of himself has remembered to add clothes? I'm not sure if you've got a cold, but I'm not sure if you have a cold.
You said that there are times when you especially miss the old days, and I know that when a person is sick,
it is the easiest time to miss the fading days, because people are more fragile at that time.
Suddenly, I sneezed. Is it because you remembered me at the same moment?
The familiar song is echoing in my ears again, only the winter wind has more of a piercing pain than the last season,
reminiscent of the cold pain after love leaves.
What was the scenery like this time last year? In the biting wind, there was always a pair of warm hands holding the temperature,
In the cold night, there was always a way to warm each other;
Every time you shed a tear, there was still a smile on your face that hadn't condensed. A year, everything around seems to be the same,
Only, that person from my world retired
out. Tears, can't remember how long this thing has been away from me? If tears are a sign of sadness,
I think I want it to be like this forever, but there is a voice in my ear
whispering clearly that it is true sadness when you can't cry because you want to.
It is also a sign of sadness when you can't cry because you don't want to!
There have also been rose-colored speckled fantasies of love,
Coming, stopping, and going; laughing, crying, and hurting. Perhaps!
The age of dreaming is over, and the cruel reality can't tolerate dreams that are too good to be true,
So every night's awakening is accompanied by nightmares.
Want to see you again? I'm not sure if I want to see you again, but I'd like to. Just how long has it been? And how long has it been since we've heard from each other?
What's the right look to have when I see you again?
I guess I'm still in that damn dream I should have woken up from long ago?
That way, meeting would only deepen the future thoughts, and would not alleviate the present ones, which I can no longer
afford to think about. So, forget it, let's not meet! Or even contact.
It was naive to think that I could guard his heart, but a heart that has changed and how to stay.
How can you get rid of a long time relationship? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
No one can love him more than himself.
What's the point of loving him,
? Even if you are the one who loves him the most, what is the point?
There are many people in this world who are foolishly in love with another person,
thinking that they love him/her the most, but what is the result?
How many loved ones can be with the one who loves them the most?
Even if they have been touched and grateful, but not necessarily
to return your love with love ah!
It's just that it's already someone else's harbor,
and it can't hold your love anymore. Just because the softest place in the heart was touched,
No longer because of the heartache of love. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. If the favorite insists on leaving,
The only thing we can do is to treat ourselves well, have been hurt for a second time?
The murderer should not be himself.
Re-dress yourself seriously, and you will laugh as freely as before, although the deepest pain in your heart, forever.
Paid, sincere, who can not be touched?
How many times have we been touched? And loved a few people? Different. Is it hard? The hard is not sad is also their own
things. After you turn around and walk away, there are no tears on your face, only memories carried on your body, heavy, heavy.
The road ahead is a dead end, hope is around the corner.
Suddenly I want to ask: How are you?
Go for it oh - I hope it helps