Standing opposite me is a pear tree. It is not as lush as other trees, so it grows strangely in this world, as if an old man who is sick and blind is helplessly waiting for the end.
My heart suddenly twitched and fear came again. I squatted down and hugged my feet and sobbed.
I never consider myself a rational person, so I can only live in this world by my own perceptual knowledge. Stroll through the city under colorful neon lights. Just a careless moment, it stirred everything in sight.
For the exam, I studied day and night, and in order to keep him, I tried to change myself. Of course, this result is not what I want, but what does it mean?
I used to feel that living was meaningless, because I felt that I had been forgotten by God and everything. But I didn't kill myself because I was afraid of pain. When the knife cut across my wrist, my skin cracked and my blood was slightly congested. From that moment on, I was completely. What? I don't know exactly, but somehow I feel that my destiny has been touched by others.
A crow flew over the pear tree, leaving only a sad cry, like a passer-by in the life of a pear tree, rushing by and leaving quietly.
I am a person who is not good at talking, not because I don't trust people around me, but because I am afraid that they will alienate me after listening to my heart. So I have to spill my feelings on my composition. There are still many joys and sorrows in my quiet life. I just hope that I can always write down everything that happens around me and freeze these things with paper and pen.
I remember one day, I saw an article that ended with the words: In June on campus, there were tears of love everywhere, which brought trouble to innocent buttonwood trees. I think I will remember many years later that at the age of twenty, there was a weeping buttonwood tree in Hangzhou. I don't know if the pear tree in front of me will cry, but I know it will hurt, just like me. ...
Looking at the pale face of the pear tree in front of me, I was relieved. In fact, gorgeous people and poor people have only one ending-surrender to the earth. This is just a reincarnation, the reincarnation of destiny takes a hand. Dreaming a dream, when the fragrance of pear flowers died quietly, I was just moved by that moment. At the same time, the order has not changed, time has not stagnated, and no one will care about me.
Many years later, I think I am still writing with paper and pen, still lost in neon lights, and still living in this colorful world with my own perceptual knowledge. ...