1, that que sad
The heart is very helpless, very wandering, always in a person alone into the ethereal, no time limit, no words by saying, and do not want to tell. Just because of this moment to stop, the heart can not relax, really tired, in the face of this world more complicated and dark, alone I have a wounded heart.
Had to open a sincere heart to the crowd, so that the bare heart of the matter highlighted, hoping to use goodwill to retain the true feelings of the human world, but found that, is still unable to deeper insight into the world of this human being, in the end, what is love, what is true? Therefore, in the mundane world of sentimentality, and grief, for you, for me, for all that has ever been.
You know what? Like the wide praise of the earth, the small earth, I such as a grain of sand, can not be integrated into the eyes of the world, and even more can not be opened. The fire that was lit to me was not a bright fire, but a dark humidity.
With thoughts, all the way to Mercedes-Benz, can not stop, because the heart is not from exactly to ask for an understanding. Stepping on the path, deep into the quiet depths, from the gap of the years, seems to have seen the world of deceit. The scene that I had seen together, thoughts stopped for a long time, until I could no longer hear the call of the heart, only to understand to accept this helpless fact. In fact, the heart has been close to the edge of numbness, which is a persistent and proud heart.
弥留在何人的心角，以为和你，可以***同谱写一份美好的心愿，***同把守人生风雨中见证的彩虹。 Idle, just need your warm words of greeting, this heart will not be like a cloud like floating and lost. Just love greetings, always show so late. After that, I realized that no one can become the scenery of anyone, only one person in the walk.
Everything, in the intermittent, in a blur gradually become the past, however, feel everything, like cutting down the wounds, not through the years of adjustment, years and years of frost in the rift bigger and bigger, the heart has fallen to the bottom. Thought this life can follow the footsteps, can and you can walk hand in hand all over the world, and stay in love with the mountains and rivers, can come in the road, engraved with our brand, but things have been people are not, the heart has been tired.
The heart of the song was swung into a form of what, there is no way to know, there is no one to care, but still the heart fell outside, in the face of the wind and rain, and then ask the person who came, why?
So sad, so sad, because it has been unable to find the exit of life, trapped here, no heaven and earth, even if there is my existence, and can change what?
Linger on the wound of disillusionment, favoring everything has been destined. Between gain and loss, joy and sorrow, doomed to a person forever alone, a person stubbornly so long road, doomed to life has not seen the rainbow, doomed to that heart for the love of drifting. Looking for a place to stay, for the desire of a warm embrace, a vow of love and carry on.
Counting the falling flowers, listening to the sound of the zither Liang Zhu, singing is still the sadness of the que, any weight of a thousand years. Do not love all the stories into memory, in that era, the heart of the turbulence can not host the warmth of love, time can not find its trail, even if there is nowhere to run, will only leave a blank.
The heart is as sad as the rain, sentimental, falling on the face but I do not know if it is tears? Between the haze, the carriage, I just want to close my eyes and think about it, let time pass, stay a so quiet real self, let the world face.
2, the end of the unrepentant youth
Youth really does not belong to me. It's just that I don't dare to look back. I don't want to admit it either. Because in the end I am still an immature thought once love has not talked about the silly boy.
Just, unrequited love, in my, is how familiar a word ah ...... to today, I was brave to him really said goodbye. Although now I still tears like rain. The last time it ...... Although I already do not know how many times I hypnotized to myself: the last time, I will never shed a tear for him ...... Just, every time I encountered him, I completely collapsed... ...But this time, I truly feel that I can do it! Today's tears, not for him to flow, is for myself, for my five years (really almost a month on 5 years) of unrepentant youth words goodbye.
Today is the alumni meeting at my alma mater. I knew I would see him. Due to my near-crazy obsession with God Rising, I know for myself that the number of times I think of him every day and the number of times I'm distracted by him has decreased by much, much more. So this time, I really wasn't nervous. It was just that moment when, instinctively and generally, my heart missed another beat. It's just so disobedient to its owner.
Later, I was perverse, I ...... smoked ...... I really don't know why. I feel like a flower butterfly, dabbing this, dabbing that, don't know who to show. To say that there is no selfishness at all is false, most of the reasons, undeniable, I am to convey to someone I am very good, good to the extent that more than he wants. I knew he wouldn't care, and I did it anyway. I'm still so stupid, like a little kid having a tantrum, aren't I
Everything is really just a matter of thought. He, like the last few times, is leaving early again, throwing a determined back, not looking back, not exchanging glances. To him to say on the hate `, only this point it ...... he really do not feel in his back, a blazing eyes have been all the time along with his back? Do not move, just the luxury of even a second to look back, but I, once, did not wait.
His move disrupted all my plans, I vaguely remember when I glared fiercely at the back of his head, turned around and burst a foul mouth, I really hate! Xiaoyu insight into my changes, egged on a few words, I pulled up her hand, defiantly chased out ...... I was sober, sober enough to realize in that instant that because of him I did another stupid thing ......
I'm very pretentious, I'm very fake. Pretend to be calm, with karma to illustrate the result of chasing or not. In fact, the heart is anxious, but the feet are dead and refuse to run. This even Xiaoyu do not know, perhaps, this is, the last trace of, self-respect? His figure moved very quickly, and soon disappeared around the corner. A phone call, two phone calls, three phone calls ...... are on the phone ...... My mind floated to the scene of his sweetly and girlfriend on the phone, the mood is very low. A voice in my mind: can you not be so abusive? I was only slightly cheered up. It is at this time, found, his figure I have traced can not be ...... one after another, one after another, do not know how many phone calls later, Xiaoyu and I have chased across two roads, he, finally picked up the phone.
Abruptly, unquestionably, I made a request to chat. He's a gentle man, damn it, and to this day he's still saying nice things about him, and he didn't refuse. It wasn't that I didn't realize that there was nothing but awkwardness between him and me. Once upon a time, I always envisioned that if one day he and I could sit in a café and talk about the past in a cloudy manner, laughing at the silly things of the past, bantering about the infatuations of the past, so that he would know years later that there was such a me, it would be enough and I would be satisfied. Although today I am far less than this kind of spontaneity, but I think a thorough peace of mind talk, in me and in him, is really necessary, the way to clarify the relationship between each other. It could have been a light-hearted (at lunch, my willful change of position revealed my lack of confidence in myself), but it had to come to this awkward situation.
Walked for half an hour, found a coffee shop called Central Europe, sat down. The first thing I did was to talk to him. Listening to the tone and manner of his speech, suddenly seems like my cousin, how can be so like, how I have not been found to look at him, look at him straight, like looking at the average person like looking at him, calmly looking at him, funny looking at him, I found that I have done. But he, afraid to look at me ...... Was I once too scorching? Today I, relieved, but he, still do not dare to look at me, he is very uncomfortable, his eyes only look at Xiaoyu when he spoke, the question he raised will not have my name. There was that real little bit, I was sorry for Xiaoyu, but, I was jealous of her. I was never in his eyes.
Really was once naive doubt a sentence: lovers ultimately why can not become close old friends today, I realized: I, he, can only forget each other in the rivers and lakes.
I have no regrets for him, I have regrets for my youth. Today, I want to end, is no regrets, is no regrets of youth, but I hope that youth is still floating.
Honest to the heart, tears, is unable to end ......
3, the flow of the year, the green onion
Cupping a cup of cool, hold in the palm of the hand, look at the water beads from the fingers slide down, the silk of the slightest cold refreshing into the heart. The change of seasons, the replacement of the years, the mountain stream of the clear spring, the beauty of the dust. Shallow sunshine afternoon, leaning on the rattan chair, listening to the beautiful melody, young years have been in the spring flowers, autumn and moon in the confusion.
So, in the depths of the red dust, the quiet language of the years, staring at the time. Walking in the journey, for the dear self, dancing in the years, for their own drunkenness, for their own dance. Life, as if the broken kite swinging on the clouds, and as if a clear spring straight down the mountain stream.
It's easy to throw people off, red cherries, green bananas. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The first thing you need to do is to make a cup of coffee, a paper of the sadness of the time, so that the unique fragrance of the lingering. If the poem like the spirit of the elegant and soft; if the painting like ink and colorful cultivation of the body and mind; if the tea like clear and transparent fragrance; if the song like the melodious ......
I can't remember how many times, a person, leaning lightly on the west window, a few Xiaoyun quietly guarded, an increasingly pale heart. The first thing you need to do is to look back and see the shadows at the corners, which are still hidden and painful. Those inexhaustible Gotham, endless tears, only at this moment alone.
Into the courtyard, the former new red wall, a few wind and rain, has long been the scar. Corner of the wall, a strain of nameless grass, occupying a side, is ready to spread around. Stopped in his tracks, looking at the green slate, remembering the prosperity of the past. Tea on the stone table, cold in the years. Sitting on the stone bench, hands cover the face, can not help but think: tea cool, can again steep; can people go, can come back?
The year according to the beginning, leaning on who perched ...
The dark night broke through the dusk, filled with blood red, stained how much to find ...
Rain, can not forget to catharsis, heartless but also disorientation ...
To the rain pouring, the wind is chaotic, the withered leaves residual dance, rain shocked drenched knocking, The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff you've got on your computer.
The rain is clear, the wind wants to stop, the smoke flakes demon Yao, tired of flowers all floating, buried in the city of empty chaos, whose sin?
Lights at the appendix and waiting, leaning on the tree and sleep, dreaming of all the prosperity of the empty wrong ...
Looking back, twilight and lonely thoughts, perched on who is drunk, laughing at the old city of Irena ...
Outside the window was drizzling, the breath of the wet land, the osmanthus wet down the fragrance, accompanied by the night of the wind blowing in gently, cool. In this so quiet night, thoughts are like snakes crawling in the grass, wandering noiselessly, in the unguarded time to bite me a bite, not pain, but poison deep, deep into the bone marrow, trying to find ways not to pull out.
When it's clear and cloudless, miss becomes a line, spreading in time, long enough to cut the sky into two sides, the peach blossoms in spring at your place are in full bloom, and the leaves just fall in the fall at my place.
Perhaps, behind every prosperity, there will be hidden countless sadness, such as the fancy years, recall, but countless nostalgia and loneliness. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the whole thing, and then you'll be able to see what's going on, and then you'll be able to see what's going on.
I don't want to mess with the fish and meat, but I want to dye the dust...
The shadow of the braided tree and the fragmented moon are disturbing the dream of who?
A cup of tea, a chair, a fan and a look...look at the stars and the compactness, look at the despair...
I don't want to be sad about things, but I want to be drunk on things...
I don't want to be sad about things, but I want to be drunk on things...
I don't want to be drunk on things...
I don't want to be drunk on things...
I don't want to be drunk on things...
I don't want to be drunk on things.
As I watched the pedestrians walking with their footsteps, I realized that they were close by, but it was a blur...
I put earplugs in my ears and isolated myself from the crowd...
Things are different, but how can they survive?
The dust is falling, want to sound and purring ... who plays the piano, who dances lightly? The wine and the corpses drink the sadness...
Birds and light, leaves fluttering, rain sprinkled wine from overflowing...
Smoke from the break, flowers bitter withered, dust tired of people's sins...
Rain fell on the eaves, Lingding into a goblet. A water column swept across my eyes, determined not to wait for me to look forward to the moment, can not capture the figure of its departure, and do not dare to step on the trail to find it drifted through, only to be afraid of sighing, it is determined to shatter my shallow hidden in the red dust in the curtain of the dream.
Let it fall into the remnants of history, back to the section of the miserable clouds. The rain is disorienting, like smoke, in the far away from the floating shirts on the sticky, the silk rain in the corner of the eye inadvertently spread, I do not know is the love of this world, or the fate of the past life is shallow.
Rain slanting in the branches of the horse and past, seems to be a thin heart has been the dust to see through, never "people grow to hate the water long east", this negligible parting in the vicissitudes of the world, just like paper that thin. But that said, the strand of silk is really intertwined with the sadness, the degree of a journey through the landscape, the degree of a more wind and snow, over a thousand mountains, turning the river, in the pervasive silence and the killing of the night to arrive at the ......
The empty city of the old dream, the old city of the old empty dream ...
The city again, the night again, the deeper, The city is bigger, the night is deeper, and you can't bury those insomniacs' hearts after all. The desire to get drunk, the innocence, those old cities, those old dreams, how many people gave endless luxury...
If you look at the flowers in the fog, but also the flowers and fog of the desire to give too many people comfort.
The neon lights fall, the old city of Mo is not there, only those who are left toddling through the old city and the empty silence ...
The dense rain, like an arrow off the string, from the blue sky down, stirred up the rapid drumbeat, like a thousand horses and armies ready to go, stepping on the heroic and volatile. The rain driving the west wind rushed to the transparent window, hit the flying splash, a time in front of the window brilliantly open, followed by a crisp crash sound like a sword fight, will be my thoughts involved in the battlefield of time and space.
Endless twilight, the souls of the dead, the mournful sound strings, the fluttering ink-dyed flags, the spilled sunset, the intense grief, the heavy rain, the drenching of the uncrowned battlefield. Above the sword mound, the king leaned on the sword and stood with tears, looking up to the sky and sighing, the last was such a scene.
Naively, the king is eventually but the dead, any how he is magnificent, will also be the torrent of time quietly washed away, only that bleak rain know, this full of haste, in exchange for only a moment of serenity.
Rain seems to be a space-time traveler, the end of a section and a section of the clouds, every trace of rain falling, is a sigh of appreciation, is a section of the speech, to be your thoughts, it will be integrated into your gaze, to take you to appreciate those years.
Sleeping in the tranquility of the people ah will understand the price of quiet, whether it will really understand the rain and smoke of the dashing? The life is as short as a blossom, a flick of the finger, has gone through the time of the river of forgetfulness. Standing on the banks of the River of Forgetfulness in time, look at all the reflection of the floating world, but unfortunately; people into each, this is not yesterday, a dream of life, white clouds and pale dogs. Falling flowers and with the flowing water, the sea has been a mulberry field, forget all the world's gains and losses; the dust of the old dream, break the causes and consequences of a lifetime of love and hate, the next life are the same as strangers.
A finger at the flow of years, half a paper heart incense. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The light summer, surplus a cool eye, twisting a finger fragrance, take a pocket of quiet. This season, the scent of acacia flowers, butterflies dance and flutter, wind with love, water with a smile, with you, with me, are the most lush green vine Shaoguang.
4, miss is a warm pain
Drifted out of work, has been more than a year. Whenever you think of home, your heart will always be a burst of heartbreaking pain!
It is said that life is beautiful, but cruel. Sometimes you will win, win very magnificent; sometimes you will lose, lose very miserable! These, I have a deep understanding.
Whenever after the pain, sadness, calm down, I will be self-effacing myself. I know, in the journey of life, the road is rugged, will not always be smooth sailing. 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.
When the mood is calm, I understand how to grasp life. If you have a good grasp of life, it will enable you to withstand the test of waves and storms, but also enable you to see through the darkness to see the light, to open the clouds to see the sky. But when I'm worried and sad, I get myself into a bull's-eye and don't know how to open myself up. It will be sad to close yourself up, not to socialize with others, a person hiding in the house quietly tears.
Whenever I'm homesick, I can't help but want to write something with my pen. In fact, I know, I want to vent just the heart of the thoughts and those pressed to breathless loneliness and disappointment.
In this quiet dark night, I understand: the original loneliness is because of thoughts and expectations; and thoughts and expectations, and will make us more lonely and trouble!
Long in another country, a person alone, but often produce this feeling of homesickness. And this feeling is really everywhere, all the time. It's as if it's drilled into the depths of my marrow, making me unable to extricate myself. This feeling will often make my heart and lungs pain. It's a real feeling, it's a feeling that you don't feel when you're at home.
Tonight, I walked alone on the street leading to the night market, quiet, no one as a companion, no one to disturb. How nice this is! I can let me walk leisurely and quietly think. The sky is blue, the moon is like a mirror, the moonlight is like a veil, sprinkling every corner of the earth. It also seems to bring my thoughts back home. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
A slight wind has arisen. The wind, like a gentle hand, casually caressing my hair. It is so gentle, and so aimless. As thoughts, in the hall of my heart wandering; and like the warm hands of loved ones, in the appeasement of my traumatized heart.
It is said that thoughts are a kind of warm pain, that is because the pain is particularly warm. It is with this unavoidable thoughts, human feelings can have a long yesterday's indulgence and the future of the beautiful yearning; it is with this unavoidable thoughts, the human mind in the deep thoughts have been purified and sublimated.
Thinking is a great spiritual wealth. Although the years like the falling leaves, but this wealth in the long journey of life, in the endless warmth and inexhaustible power, always attached to each other, unswerving.
Thoughts are a cup of tea; thoughts are a cup of wine; thoughts are the support of the wanderer who wants to go home. It is only with longing that you will understand the beauty of home, and with longing that you will appreciate the importance of your loved ones.
5. Loneliness has a kind of irreplaceable beauty
Loneliness has a kind of irreplaceable beauty, before I can control it, it can almost smash my happiness to pieces. However, loneliness can sometimes be a habit. So, no longer afraid of the darkness of the night.
The silence of the night seems to cover the hypocrisy of the soul, and I don't have to analyze, who gave the promise that there is no sadness that can not be fulfilled. There are too many words that can express my heart at this moment like ashes. However, there is no line of words can be interpreted my lonely taste, lonely original is so difficult to express, but can not avoid to bear, feel, tormented.
Some names, some people, can slowly fade, and even forget. So, I tried to stop thinking about your appearance. I'm not sure if I can get rid of a familiar feeling, but I can't help but think of you as a silent person on a cold night. The way you stick out your tongue, the cold look in your eyes, or even the corners of your mouth that seem to be smiling, like a sculptor looking for clues. You have become a brand in the heart, I suddenly realized, and then lost laughter mute.
Memory is my wealth, but I can not afford to carry. I think of you by accidental chance. It is not by chance.
Pure thoughts spread and flooded my sight, I did not cry. Feeling a bitter expression is more difficult than crying, the heart is about to run aground. In such a normal to no longer normal night. I think of you still, who is playing with my emotions! I had already given up, I knew there was nothing I could do, I thought I could just forget about you so faintly and silently, I really thought I could. However, such a usual night I lost to myself. The lonely people for a long time, easy to blindly attached to a kind of plausible feeling, the kind of soon to love the feeling.
That shadow, that name, has been carved out of the outline. I am more and more like a mediocre sculptor, with the hypothesis of the heart and stupidly forget to explore. There are some broken fragments flashed, seems to be you have held my hand, the residual tenderness, let me know that there is a kind of warmth can be cooled by the cold cool, the fate is by no means an ambiguous word, before we can grasp it, it has long been in the palm of our hands, can not be manipulated, and will never be able to. It seems to be that you once smiled, the upturned corners of your mouth, letting me know your unpredictable mind. The future is by no means a word about love, before I met you, I was not clear, not clear.
Loneliness makes me learn to think. It is a kind of almost cold and desperate thinking, someone said, will be anything too see through, may not be a good thing, it is easy to add to the pain, I know. But the more I think, the more I think. Suddenly my heart aches and tangles. I am a person who is easily despondent. I have a sensitive heart, which will never change the powerlessness I feel at a given moment. It is as if it has gone down, just a mess of thoughts, and suddenly it seems to jump out, but that's all.
The toughest thing is not to choose or give up, but let me meet you, in a moment that does not say right or wrong. "Difficulty is really not in this unattached life, my problem is that after waving goodbye, how to always be in a kind of ice-like and fire-like warm mood to you."
It is easy to be intoxicated, especially at the moment when one thinks that goodness has suddenly come, and it is easy to be oblivious, especially when one feels that love has come from afar. But my heart was cold. The need for a great sense of security, had decided to love you righteously, and your passion appeared after . Cooled extremely quickly. Mere cooling, as if the story of a dream is still hidden. Your shadow appeared, but could not save my heart.
6. The years that passed by
Today, I have just finished reading the novel "Time to Wipe" by Sheng Li, which brought back the feelings of my heart for my first love, and the memories of that one unsettled secret love. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure that I've had a good time. The past has passed, try to ask you, I and you will be how?
Once I, and the novel Song Jia Nan is how similar, but I do not have her so lucky. The first time I saw this, I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital, and then I had to go to the hospital. Most importantly, my crush didn't have that perfect ending either. In the end, we were on different sides of the world and did not communicate with each other. We are like familiar strangers to each other.
Remember when the distance between us was so close. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to the office. The young boys and girls, naive, sinus first opened, carefree. The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie. I sat in the third row, he sat in the fourth row. Between me and him, there was only a turning distance. However, in that spring, I never turned around. Just because, I don't have the courage.
Gradually, people around me realized my heart. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time. However, always in the hesitation, my courage disappeared. At that time, I thought in my heart, this is actually good, distance produces beauty. But undeniably, I was also silently looking forward to it in my heart. Maybe, one day, he will take the initiative to talk to me. That way, we can have a good start between us.
Not only that, privately, I also did a lot of small actions. For example, I secretly get his home phone, with a nervous mood to call him, but every time in the phone connected to the moment to hang up the phone; or secretly write to him, and then quietly put the letter stuffed into his desk; or take advantage of the double break, the excuse to go to classmates' home, but just to go to the door of his house to see, even if it is just a glance or good; and there are all over the information about him to pay attention to, and sometimes even his sister's. Sometimes even his sister's also jumped ...... In short, as long as he is associated with people, things or things, I am happy to hear, happy to see, happy to understand. Everything, I am willing to be happy.
Finally, time passed so quietly. That spring is gone, the hot summer covered every corner of the earth. We also ushered in the first turning point of life - the midterm examination. I finally drifted away from him, in silence.
High school, strange campus, strange students. Walking in the rush of the crowd, suddenly my eyes were fixed for a moment. It is him, he is also in this school. Tears of joy quickly blurred my eyes, and then opened my eyes, I no longer have him in my sight. But I no longer care, as long as he is still where I can touch.
High school life is as plain as water, can not set off any ripples. I and he, upstairs and downstairs, arts and sciences, as always. I'm used to looking up at his classroom, used to seeing him walk through the crowd, used to seeing him on the field in the glittering look, used to seeing him with me brushing past, but also used to the mouth from the unintentional people to hear the news about him. I'm used to being at such a distance from him, and I'm even more used to thinking about him secretly.
In the end, everything is predestined. The first time I saw him was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the University of California, Berkeley. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. I went to her class with my partner to play in the school field day. Surprisingly, he was there, and my heart instantly tightened. I pretended to greet him calmly, and he answered lightly. Then we went to the school playground. I never dreamed that I would have a pleasant conversation with him for more than an hour. That night, I lost sleep. I couldn't sleep for a long time with the images of that day with him lingering in my mind over and over again.
However, after the two lines briefly intersected, they still had to follow their own tracks. He and I, too, have our own paths to follow. In the end, he and I just slowly walked away. Until now, I and he, perhaps the separation has been the end of the world.
Memories such as wine, fine taste to taste the true flavor. The long years, slowly savor, quietly realize, is not wonderful! In the lonesome, move out a wine, sunshine past memories, in fact, this is also very good.