Tonight, my loneliness is so beautiful
When the night comes, the hustle and bustle of the tide recedes, like dust falling down. The moonlight is like a clean feather floating down, time through the thin paper, silent stay in the quiet night.
I sit alone in a corner, make a cup of tea, hands and grip I do not know whether it is tea or the warmth of water, slightly rising tea fog fumigation eyes. In such an atmosphere. Listening to the wind outside the window in autumn, the sound of falling leaves, some or strong or light past slowly infiltrated the flavor of tea ......
Soft light, some silence, some warmth, some beautiful. Outside the window of the sycamore drifted down, I seem to hear him with the tree Wu Nong soft language, the wind is to pick me up, in your branches I have been beautiful season, please allow me to row a most beautiful arc, perfect you and my story. I took a deep breath of the fragrance from the autumn night flowers, light and gentle to lift the flying memories, listening to the beauty of life.
Lift the cup of tea to see the clear turquoise, scrutinize the tea in the cup stretching, fluttering, gathering, those named memories of the years by the wind of the years blowing away the surface of the water, at this moment into the cup of tea, slightly bitter and slightly sweet tea, evoking a subtle atmosphere, especially pity may not be the year's emotions, but precisely the irreparable regrets, the heart of the tea evoke me a thousand tender feelings.
I embrace the autumn night, night, raise your eyes and look around, the night is complete, there is no bright moon of the acacia. Only the faint light of the autumn night. Casually pick up a book San Mao's "dreaming of flowers". San Mao a sensible woman, for love chose to commit suicide.
"Many nights, many times when I dreamed at midnight, I lay in the dark, thinking of Jose a few into madness, acacia, like a worm slowly gnawing my body, until I became a big empty hole, the night is so long, so dark, the rain outside the window, is the tears in my heart, never finish the day of the drip..."
The night is so long, so black, the rain outside the window, is the tears in my heart, never finish the day of the drip... ..."
Gently sip of tea, I stared out the window at the night out of mind, my heart wandering, meditating, a long time ago that confusion about life and death, and began to dream in the waves of the heart stirred. It was as if I saw a beautiful woman from afar, walking toward death with ease. An inexplicable flavor attacked the heart, life, how much love let people choose to escape life. In front of life and death, is it really impossible to find the exit of life? People, there is always too much love and thirst, with the years in the heart crossed a wound, began to learn to hide, camouflage, and even give up, seems to be far away from the feelings, but also seems to let it imprinted with the traces of life, just as this lonely night in the fall, in the time of being painted, really lost the original beauty of simplicity? Or afraid of losing that can not be retrieved once ......
Just as I have always longed to make a difference, but did not think always hesitate on the edge of the sigh, almost can not find the shadow of the effort, this night looking back to realize that in so long, I have not been out of the life of the paragraph, there is no pursuit, there is no struggle, I have repeatedly I repeat the previous regret, and again and again sad that life is such a bland, and finally even the sadness has lost its beauty.
In fact, people have a life, only a few decades, there are always too many bits and pieces, let us stop and remember the past, can not say how much they have, but also can not count what is lost, as long as you know that the life you have to cherish, they are not ashamed of themselves.
This road of life, much like the old stagecoach, the road pedestrians in a hurry, to a different way back, someone will accompany you all your life, someone will accompany you through the lonely journey, to the station waved their hands and go their own way, the only thing you are the master of their own journey, so that the memories of the past superimposed on the warmth of the hurt with the wind, as long as the heart of the store and thanks to each day of love, the life of those who did not finish the episode seems to be The most important thing to remember is that you should be able to get the best out of your life, and you should be able to get the best out of your life, and you should be able to get the best out of your life. I quietly guarded the heart of that attachment, that miss. The city's sound and the colorful lights, from my window disappeared into silence. The moon sprinkled the ground with silver light, the wind with the fragrance of spring to come. I quietly guarded a side of the screen, listening to a song "miss you", in this trickle of music quietly miss you. I want you, not because of loneliness and miss you, but because the watch this landscape from never far away ......
Steeped a cup of light green tea, ten fingers knocking the keyboard continued to break, cups of your shadow, between the fingers of your laughter. Your face is a little fuzzy, but I can clearly remember the back of your turn. Slowly a mouthful of tea taste you, write a line to think of you. But when I pick up the pen, your face and face will appear in front of my eyes, all the happiness and all the pain in my heart will drop on the paper, full of thoughts about you.
When I think of you, I am flying some sad words, some people say that my words have a kind of depressing gloom, look at people's heartache. But my thoughts are filled with sadness, the pen really can not write traces of happiness. When I think of you, I will weep, the keyboard to carry my tears, it is because of thoughts and happy tears, along with a jump out of the text, in the lonesome night reflecting the green of spring, the miss you also as spring grass in the manuscript crazy growth into a page by page.
My heart began to boil again, the sea of the heart stirred up waves. Since I met and knew you, I began to have a dream, let me haunting, intermittent, sometimes hidden. Sometimes hazy, hazy only like a faint ink painting like outline; sometimes clear, clear as if you can feel your breath your tenderness. And I also in order to continue this dream writing a poem of lingering, literary tenderness.
Miss you, in every night, with the expectation of sleep. I can't forget your affectionate gaze, I can't forget your fading figure. Listen, the wind is the love words I send; look, the rain is the teardrops of my thoughts; the sea is my unchanging feelings; the mountains and rivers are my distant look at your figure.
I miss you in every lonely and lonesome night, and a persistent and beating heart is always full of my thoughts and blessings, have you heard my heartfelt prayers for you religiously? Let my ` thoughts through time and space, through the baptism of the years, turned into a rainbow, deep in the heart; let my tenderness separated by thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water, through the wind and rain to witness, turned into a meteor, sent a thousand years of thoughts.
Wandering through the streets of the city, looking at the crowds of people, want to find your trail? But the years have gone by, the mountains and the waters are blocked. I can't control myself not to miss you, I try to reach out to catch the real you, but found that you can only watch you that familiar and unfamiliar back gradually far away, in a trance, saw you wind and water gently waved his hand to me. I have been used to indulge in their mood to think of you a feeling.
Everyone will miss a lot of people in their lives, miss a lot of things, sometimes think if time can flow back more good, God, gave me life, did not give me the opportunity to start again. Maybe this is the most regrettable kind of beauty of the life of a crippled. Although some people may not be together with me, acquaintance and love one after the experience of joy and pain, can only be forever hidden deep in the bottom of the heart to keep watch for a lifetime.
Buddha said, the previous life of five hundred times to look back in order to exchange for this life's rubbing shoulders. I don't know how many years of waiting for you and me in this life, each other in the previous life? I also do not know how many years you and I need to wait hard for the fate of this life?
You and my destiny, fate depends on God, part also have to fight. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get away with this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get away with it, and I'm sure I'll be able to get away with it.
I have experienced a lot of people and things in my life, but also once y loved and loved, but in the end, is still alone alone, there are times when I think about it will be very sad. The end of the world at this time, I do not know in the sleepless moon, who is for me to count the heavy falling flowers in my dreams? And who will hold up another piece of blue sky for me, diluting my past?
I salvaged from the depths of the years those memories of the past, have become the moonlight outside the window, in the insomnia of the night, flowing in my palm. You are like other people in my life, a short get-together after a long parting ......
For the love of madness, affectionate only because of you
The world of the sea is vast, and often will be lamented with your acquaintance and love of the strange fate, a word a look can convey each other burning love. Can pass each other burning love, love is simple and ordinary but seriously really, I love with all my heart, with a sincere guard and you of this world of true love, silly, but this is the real me, love you love to the heart, love you love to the bone, love you only because of you.
For your joy for your grief, for you to laugh for you to cry, happy with your happy, sad with your sadness; you laugh I also followed the silly smile, really fascinated by your lovely smile, in love with your happy and bright smile; you cry I also cry, with you to cry, cry is not because of the sadness, our cry is because of the love of too much love, love to the depths of the tears from the flow of love to the deepest depths of the tears with the traces.
There are not too many sweet words, there is no so-called oath of alliance, the language is too pale. We do not want the sea withered and rotten, because that is not realistic false to let people can not catch, that is just sweet words of verbal vows. We only need to be so real and good love for life, until the end of life, even if the sea did not wither stone did not rot. People's lives are short, instead of swearing to love to the end of the sea, rather than love real every day. We also do not want to the end of the world, because we do not know when the earth will be old, do not know when the sky will be deserted, will love on an inaccurate and no concept of the thing, love can not be relied on? Instead of love to the end of the world, rather than love to the end of life, do not look forward to the next life can have again, because that is not under my control, and can not look forward to the next life, if the fate of nature will once again embrace each other with a bed **** pillow, the fate is always unattainable, the heart connected to love connected to the mercurial I will be with the tenderness of your destiny to get together in the next life.
I just want to be so persistent with you holding hands to old age, ten fingers interlocked, I stupid, you stupid, stupid stupid to get together a pair of love really a little stupid, love deep a little stupid, how many times for you to shed tears, how many times for you crazy, how many times for you to be haunted by the soul, how many sighs how much love, hate and long love is also long, love and hate lingering like a watery tenderness, but like a fire to burn, like a fire, like a ghostly eyes than the sea of fire, you! I'm sure you'll go through this love disaster with me, and I'll never change my mind because of you.
Love and affection in memory
I shuttle in the forest of memory, look up to see the sky full of stars, one by one, smiled at me, I stopped and waved to them, thank them for accompanying me I walked through this long night.
They are all pure hearts, with the wings of friendship to fly up to the sky, never leave, in my sad time to send comfort, but also with happiness. The trees of the forest have strange branches and leaves, just as different friends have different understandings, they dance with the wind, shake in the rain, and also shade the sun for those who pass by.
I love memories, love each friend's kind heart, always flooded with light, like the stars of the dark night, the warm sun of winter, no matter when and where, the memory of friends, will still warm my heart.
The path of the forest winds and twists, can not see the end of the roadside weeds and flowers, perhaps not every road to the end, but to cherish this hard-won opportunity. I mounted a white horse and ran on this road, feeling the wind in my ears, I smelled the scent of love. It fills the whole heart and makes one's face red.
I think of my beloved, is she thinking of me now, does she still remember my exhortations. Charming smile, light temperament, I love her, a woman who makes my heart sing. I miss her, a woman who lives y in my heart.
Riding over the thorns of roses, the scent of the flowers stopped for a long time around me, this night is still quiet, the wilderness is still silent. I dismounted, picked a rose, looked at the stars in the sky, my life is enough.
Breathing is pain
It really hurts, it hurts so much. I used to think that only in pop lyrics, and now I'm experiencing it.
She said that her eleven original appointment to go out to play together with the students suddenly do not go. I was half-joking to her that let her find a handsome man to accompany her. I didn't realize that I really gave said in, it seems that she originally had such a plan oh. She has always told me that her social circle is very small, in addition to colleagues do not know too many people. So I told him that there are a lot of handsome single men in the company, but she flatly denied that she is not looking for the company, can sympathize with her such an idea. Because she doesn't like the fact that when the time comes, there will be news about her all over the company. I don't know where she's going to find one, but I'm sure a girl as nice as her must have a lot of friends or people who like her outside. So to find a handsome guy that's just too easy.
Maybe she thinks of me as a friend. Otherwise will not talk to me about these ......
I really feel so sad, chatting about these, especially her that seemingly does not care to say find a handsome man to go out to play ...... I really heartbroken. Suddenly feel so depressed, as if a thousand pounds of boulder pressed me. Let every breath can bring me huge pain. The main thing is that the pain is still in the heart. I'd rather have this pain added directly to my body, even if it's a thousand times more. And not torment my mind all the time. I am really, really, really sad.
Maybe I am just a small dogwood in her eyes, it will only be the existence of suddenly can think of, rather than can often pay attention to the existence of.
Really suddenly felt a huge sense of crisis, I'm so carved, hysterical to love. Pure one-sided emotional release. In the end I will go to which step ...... mad? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not going to be able to get a lot more than that. Or the spirit of public cleft? Now I can still restrain that emotion, but if you can not get effective venting or relief. Day by day accumulation, then one day will explode it, do not dare to imagine.
Is it possible that this relationship will lead me to my doom?
Man remarried, can not afford to play the dash
I was young, do not know what is love, in the parents arranged under the confusion and only a few contacts with the girl received a marriage license. After getting married, I slowly familiarized myself with each other, due to personality differences, my wife and I are three days quarrel, in this quarrel in the son came to the world. I thought the child is the link between parents, but I thought wrong, my wife's attitude towards me did not change because of the child. The days passed by were heartbreaking. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it again and again.
Marriage after seven years of pain in my difficult choice of divorce, the child let the woman took away. Divorce, really like a war, that is an unspeakable bitterness. People who have not personally experienced it can not imagine the helplessness of that heartbreak.
Divorced, life seems to be a lot easier all of a sudden. But a long time will feel lonely, thirty years old is not the end of life, there is a long way to go. The world in the eyes of thirty-year-olds is less romantic and more real. When I was young, I got married for my parents, but today I have to choose my own marriage. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
The yellow sky is not responsible for the people, finally let me meet the beautiful and gentle she, 27 years old, she looks much younger than the actual age. Like her, not only because she is beautiful, but she is very gentle. I married her after six months of contact. Although it is the second marriage, but and the first marriage is the same scene, the bride price, the banquet spent 40,000 yuan. Not only spent all my savings for many years, but also owed 10,000 yuan of external debt. The first time I saw this, I was very happy.
A year later, my son came into the world, and I felt that the days were more promising. I work in the factory, my wife at home with children, the days are not rich, but also have a flavor. A few years passed, the child to the age of school, his wife was bored at home, she said she wanted to open a barber store in town, his wife learned barbering when she was young. She said that opening a barber store can subsidize the family, the day will also be more fulfilling. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it work.
But it wasn't long before there were rumors that my wife's style was bad, and I often saw her flirting with guests at the store. After a number of times I noticed finally let me wife caught in bed. My wife was on her knees begging me to forgive her for the sake of my children. Afterward, I chose to forgive her after a bitter ordeal. I know, see a few more years to the age of confusion, no money, no ability I want to remarry must be much more difficult, and as a woman, and good posture, she will be very easy to remarry.
This period of time I was very annoyed, because I often hear some of my wife's rumors, I also pay attention to the observation, feel that she has a lot of wrong places. I'm so helpless, really want to file for divorce, but, think about the divorce after the child how to do it? In any case, now the family is still complete, after the divorce, what should I do? If not, the head with a cuckold's taste is not good ah. Alas, really good helpless, good helpless ah ......
not roll the pearl curtain, people in the deep place
Curtain color pale, cloud flying mountain, cold wind bitter.
When fatigue came to me again, the tip of my heart seemed to be covered by crazy weeds, and my breath became short, I wondered if I was sick.
The years flicked by a wave of time, a flash of fame, it turned out that some things in life, has long begun to take root and grow, it turned out that unknowingly rely on has become a habit, and originally thought that some of the feelings can not be relieved, has become insignificant.
Years have passed, empty since the drift, leaning alone in front of the window, any thoughts flying.
Walked through the wind, walked through the rain, that a rainbow has been my wanton rendering, colorful dreams overflowing in the clouds, even if it is, the sunset is full of, the heart is also true, love is also true, love rhyme fragrance.
I seem to forget that the most beautiful things in the world, as glass crystal jewelry, easy to break, but the pursuit of that simple eternity, even if it is tired, pain, pain.
The years swept away the years of light and shadow, without leaving a trace. Looking back, deep and shallow edge, true and true love, those who do not have the rule of surprise footprints, are clear, slowly walk, give up a lot, but also missed a lot of these I can not change the pallor, along the way I struck the handwriting, silently surged to the heart.
Eileen Chang said that the smile of each other enough to pour the city.
In that familiar window, the moonlight is still as clear as water, butterflies are still flying, but the heart is slack tired, boundless thoughts in the fingertips overflow, knocking out the petals of melancholy, in the winter light fluttering.
Close your eyes, I ride the boat, is a wide river, against the current. On the bank of the river, countless crimson flowers, stretching out, arranged in the night into a soft curve, can not see the head, can not see the end, like blood and like fire, this is the underworld, and this river called the River of Forgetfulness, those flowers called the other side of the shore, and permeated the surrounding area, and the world of human beings, the opposite of the smell.
I think these are enough for me to think about my whole life.
We are close to each other, we are warm to each other, and this winter is not cold anymore.
The music that flows softly and slowly, every note, every melody, is full of a story for people do not know. You can imagine them as you are the protagonist, you can imagine them as everyone around you. Sad, joyful, happy, melancholy, and on and on it goes.
The world is like dust, some people, some things, just like the sky crossed the meteor, a flash. However, when the sky is dark, the sound of silence, the heart vaguely or there will be a hint of pain, because that is a part of the course of your life, how can not be lost, like the long wind and the flowers fall, will always be as expected.
Everyone's life, there are some or big or small, or bitter or sad trials and tribulations, just we do not know, they will start from when they will appear in that place. However, I think it's no big deal, as long as the teeth to endure through, the sun is still bright, life is still wonderful. Butterfly into a chrysalis, the metamorphosis of life, but also need to experience pain, not to mention people from the world, is the beginning of suffering.
I think, I am very fortunate to leave, turn around, turn back, after years, find the way back to the beginning, once the soul of the clamor returned to peace.
I heard the sound of the sun in the winter, like the breath of life, extremely clear, but also particularly intimate.
I think, I will smile, will be happy to smile, I have enough reasons, because this winter, I have a warm, a love.
Children, lovers.