This world, lively, bright, rich, big, seems to have nothing to do with thin feelings. Just, when you walk in a lively sea of people and cars, chasing the unfulfilled time, the heart will rise a kind of bewilderment, accompanied by a slight coolness. The world is a world of people. However, life is always a little too much for one and a little too little for the other. So, each person's world and very different, never the same brilliant and cold, happy and sad, thin and deep love in turn. So, we struggle, struggle, resistance, efforts to change, to create, to move, to embrace. Gradually, learned to use the steel and concrete will to bear all kinds of life, learned to cold deep feelings to fight against the coolness of the world.
Yes, the world is thin. Mountains and water flow, land, sand and stone, cloud shadow flowers and trees, are self-concerned with their own way to live, seemingly **** exist in a everyone, but each painted for the old and dead, each with their own world, each with their own sadness and happiness, never say, and nowhere to say. However, the depths of their souls, but there is always a point of attachment to the sentiment that is on the earth, the sky, the deep love of the season, but also on the deep love of nature. Therefore, they are willing to exist in this crowded world rich and silent.
"The first acquaintance with you is like the return of an old man" - that is the friendship under the pen of Xue Xiaochan. Full of legendary cold jade, simple and quiet beauty of the Su Lian family, demonic full of books and forests, free and strong A, can be against the life of the fellowship of the M ...... each woman, are so maverick, HuiQiLanXin, floating and light, decisive and persevering, pure and passionate. They, living rich, and living cold. They, in the altar jar, in the flowers and plants, in the thousands of miles of trekking, in the life of the firewood, rice, oil and salt, like crazy obsessed with life, will be a mundane life into a fine art, chic and vivid. They, with calm eyes, full of thought, rich experience, wisdom of thought, seemingly lonely and cold, they have the most affectionate interpretation of the world and the incomparable love of life. Therefore, only so seriously live. Live at ease, live beautifully, live oblivious.
"She is the tailor of time, sewing the edges and corners of the light of day, the unbearable and frustration are made into flowers, and then decisively don't in the lapel ......", Xue Xiaochan so described the woman in her pen. Such a woman, to have how deep love, how much love, to pick up the light of the time of the small fragments, sewed into a different kind of beauty, will be enchanting sorrow, not pity, not to escape, but resolutely meet the world of wind and rain, still the same brilliant and smile. The life in her, has been a door can easily art, can be created at will into their own happy mold: you can be thin to me, and I will always be deep love to treat.
Deep love, always in the form of simple, silent, lonely existence, not easy to notice, and suffer from cold.
A flower, even if it is simple, is still as deep as love. Just open in the deserted mountains or unattended roadside, bear the lonely winds blowing in the mountains, bear the erosion of the dust in the sky, bear the growth of the cycle of decay, and even bear the season mercilessly submerged and cold, but never sad. When open, still leaning face and show. Thank you for your time, and I'm glad to see that you'll be able to take care of your flowers, or you'll be able to deliver your life by flowing water.
A tree, even if it is wild, but still obsessed with growth. In the lush stalk of Weiwei's forest, in the lofty cliffs, between the lofty mountains, they do not fight, do not wait, do not look forward to, just learn from the natural, comply with the fate of the sun and rain, the grace of the sun and rain, from the low small plants, grow into a tree, it is definitely a world of experience and weathered growth. Will all the deep love engraved into the circle clear life wheel, just to remember, those who stand in the wind and rain, is how much blood and tears of support.
A leaf, there will be withered and zero time. From time to time, stay in the yellow leaves shaking season, look at them round and round entangled, after a few circling, and finally fell to the ground. It can not withstand the wind's affectionate chase, or can not resist the earth's call of deep love, or helpless branch of the banishment of deep love? And it is the affectionate farewell and run to, but since there is a different flavor in the heart: how are reluctant to give up, there are sad, there is joy.
A clump of clouds, lofty and ethereal model, holding our eyes, but never close. I looked at it, sometimes thin, sometimes dense, sometimes gathered, sometimes scattered, sometimes show face, sometimes frowning, sometimes running, sometimes strolling, but ultimately the temptation is high above. Sometimes it will be a whim, if I meet a cloud fall, I will tenderly hold full of arms, listen to its heart of the next world, and allow it to no longer stray floating. Just, the clouds have clouds of affection, it is destined to be the child of the sky, will always cruise in the sky's embrace.
A bird, tired of flying, will be perched on the branch, turning the elf-like eyeballs looking around, distracted, seems to be looking for, and seems to be waiting. A whoosh of a bird's song cuts through the silent air, and the bird seeks out the sound, waving its wings cheerfully and responding crisply with an equally heartfelt chirp. And then it flew righteously into the midst of its companions, no longer looking to the right or to the left, no longer panicked, ending its lonely journey.
What about me? They say I'm too cold, so cold that I'm too lazy to take care of myself, I also know, but there is no way to change. Just, inside, there have been countless turbulent waves rolling, layers and layers, a wave beat a wave, and then broken, dispersed, dispersed without a trace. When everything is finally calm and stop, when I can finally breathe quietly, I would like to time can be reversed, or selective amnesia, only to remember all the beauty of the world, I have been gazing at this life forever.
It's good to be alive. 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 old man, are almost eighty, legs swollen action inconvenience, no longer speak well, eyes blind, eating, drinking and drinking have become a problem, three days hospitalized, need to take care of the child-like. Onlookers said that he should not last long in this state. But he said, "The fortune teller said I will live to ninety-five". When he spoke, he had childlike eyes, a warm smile, and a face of innocence, an adorable aged innocence. His words "I want to live to ninety-five" made me sad and touched at the same time. Sadly, I could appreciate his fear of the fragility and disappearance of life. What moved me was his insistence on life, his attachment and longing for this world. So, even if I can't see, can't hear, can't get out, and have lost all sense, I'm willing to be with the world, for a longer period of time, for a longer period of time, to hear the world's living breath.
My father's life is a life of suffering and a life of tragedy, and he must have felt that the world is as thin as this. He was close to the age of life, he suffered from a terminal illness, and after many years of seeking medical treatment, God still took him away early. I will never forget my father's desperate and sad eyes before he died, his breathing was fading a little, and the other world was dragging him back desperately. But he really wanted to live. He was still so young and had so many unfulfilled wishes. In the world, there is his beloved wife, there is not yet a family established daughter, has not yet enjoyed the happiness of children and grandchildren, has not had time to rest his feet to walk all over the motherland of the great mountains and rivers ...... This is too hasty life, never idle, and suffering seems to never stop. How could he give up, and how could he be willing? In the end, the teardrops flowing from the corners of his eyes are his deepest confession to the world.
Love, is a very inexplicable thing, sometimes it is poison, sometimes it is a good medicine, thin love like this, and deep love like this. It is poison, but also some people will drink, without hesitation, because it is too beautiful, too tempting. When you are sad, hurt, tears, heartache, and love, will fall from the sky like a deep warm you, save you, let you reborn. When love begins, everyone thinks that it will be the only deep love and splendor in this life, never to be encountered again in this life. However, we have underestimated the ability of a person to love, love will also be born, the old went, the new will come, and will even make you forget the once heartbreaking, hysterical, forget the once blood. Look at the love of modern people, last night still for the lost love heartbreak, buy drunk, crying, cursing the man did not have a good thing, not a few days, will be a small try Yichun look, Shi Shi. Obviously, again encountered the love of deep compulsion.
From time to time, in the streets of the traffic, I feel a deep sense of uncertainty and confusion. The world is too chaotic, or my rhythm is too slow? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Those who are depressed, those who do not want, those who are cold, let me once bravely a hundred. God, as affectionate as this, will not be able to take me away. Put to death and then alive, I gradually found that life was so beautiful, the world embraced, flowers, leaves, singing birds, white clouds, flowing water, and affection, friendship, and can meet love, enjoy love, have love. So how can there be a reason to give up? The only way to do this is to treat it with love and live it seriously, so that you won't let life down, so that you won't let life get cold.
I would like to do a plant in the mountains and fields, quiet and warm, full and chaste, not floating, not manic, not greasy, freshly planted in the world, not publicity, not yielding, but the meditative through the heavenly and earthly static. Silently, standing in the wild mountains, listening to the high mountains and flowing water, enjoying the story of the clouds, listening to the ups and downs of the world's wind and rain, to see the beauty of all colors in the flying time intertwined with the change. In this way, the soul, which seems to be incomparably lonely and clear, has a crystalline luster due to the abundance of all things in the world. Because of this alone, the world to see more clear and clear, lively and prosperous only more precious.
Like to travel, perhaps just to feel the different scenery elsewhere, to find the fall of the deep love of the past life. Approaching the ancient city of Phoenix, it seems to have found its own past life. The simple and clean green stone road, not the same earthly lights, through the city and the Tuojiang River blowing sent a long river wind, written with the story of the wind and rain bridge coagulation engraved with the vicissitudes of the millennium, the river pounding women are humming a happy Miao song, quiet and cold silo have a taste, the air moistens your five viscera and six lungs ...... walk into here, you can Put down all the flurry of disturbance, peacefully enjoy this clear world, let your heart a quiet, and then quiet. It, with its forever silent deep love, ushered in. Tell you, it will always be in place waiting for you, waiting for you close, waiting for you to rejoice, waiting for you to fall in love.
From time to time, sitting alone in front of the window, the line of sight to the window, thoughts are therefore stagnant. Outside the window, people are walking, cars are traveling, vendors yell to suppress the field of frustration, the campus children in groups of three to five to catch up with the play, from time to time came the sound of the book, not far from the flower tree in the wind alone swaying, the sky has a floating clouds lazily floating. All the scenes, ordinary and commonplace. And will all quietly string together, will find the beauty of life light, simple elegance, everything is natural, no need to exert oneself. This plain in the deep love, has been in a steady stream of delivery, there will always be a moment, you will see.
Inadvertent glance, the window lights have lit up the whole night. It is flush illuminated, or second bright, has brightened into a grand of lights. This light, some pure white, some blazing yellow, some scarlet, and some . Colorful, neon dazzling. It is said that a light, is a story. In front of my eyes, what kind of story is being staged? This story, such as the lights, some cool, some fiery, some simple, some colorful, some simple, some noble? Is the coolness wrapped in hiding a few deep feelings, or deep feelings in the refraction of the coolness of the world?
Already do not like the lively, no longer into the KTV, many years do not watch TV, QQ completely not on the computer is sometimes lazy to open, full of isolated flavor. I don't know when, I began to rejoice in a plant green vigorous growth, rejoice in a lily shy and bloom delicate; I began to go to a variety of odors filled with noisy market, see green, red, watery vegetables and fruits, will be excited to see this look, that paw, all of them are in love with; I began to fall in love with the kitchen, in order to do a sumptuous dinner with great interest, from the books or the network to collect I began to love the kitchen, in order to make a good dinner, interested in overeating, from books or the Internet to collect a variety of food practices ...... every day firewood, rice, oil and salt, cleaning up, I also love to treat. I began to really into this simple and real life, chasing the fireworks life, living seriously and down-to-earth, harvesting the inner real stability.
Organize old things. The photos, letters, and clothes are full of the flavor of time, and it's time to delete them. However, each of these things, held in the palm of the hand, still has the original temperature. Obviously, over the years, they will be abandoned to a cold corner, no matter. But really want to throw them completely out of my world, or can not bear. Each of them can bring out my clear memories, the joy and excitement at that time, as if yesterday. So I left them behind, organized, packed and sealed. Thinking, when I am old, I will lean on these, looking for the once young, crazy love, or once deep love. At that time, my face will flow like a child's expression of happiness, just because those once.
After dinner, walking around the road next to the neighborhood, there is a hobbling old couple, a woman with a hand column with a crutch, a hand was held tightly by the man, for fear that she would lose. A car drove up, the man rushed to take his partner to the side of the road, over the shoulder, the woman is very good to let it hold, do not say anything, the face of the gully undulation of the depth of love without words. This scene, let me see the color of happiness, that is, gray hair, teeth fall out of the time, there is still that person affectionate company and support. I deliberately slowed down my pace, walking behind them, just want to be quiet, see their happy look. When I am old, who will I have by my side?
"Such as smoke and dreams of the past, overflowing with laughter, that facade of the lovely little river, still softly singing the old songs ......" passing a hair salon, suddenly drifted Meng Tingwei's "Past", the sound is really long lost, but still familiar. This is the sound that belonged to our era, clean, crisp and deep. Years later, I heard again, whoosh, then once again gripped my heart, in the tip of the heart slipped traces of sadness and happiness. The song attracted me into the store, the hairstylist looks with me the same year, hairstyle simple popular, never alternative exaggerated, through this industry rare calm. I think he must be the same as me, the same nostalgia for the deep love of the melody of that era. However, this deep love, is gradually moving away, perhaps one day will be completely forgotten. And we can only remember, can only chase, can only look for that little girl with butterfly flower in the memory, let the heart become soft and warm.
The text, hiding a different kind of deep feelings, it is written far more than the eyes to see to be tempted and beautiful. Read a paragraph of text, the heart suddenly beating and warm, like a sleeping princess was kissed by the prince woke up, a kiss of heavenly stunning. Life is always unsatisfactory, and the text, but let you feel broad, big, rich and brilliant, sadness are clean, love and hate are clear out of the dust. More than that a flower, a tree, a landscape, by the branch of the wonderful pen describes the picturesque, so that you do not want to go to seek the truth, afraid of the real scenery is not. This enchanting and colorful words, the ability to whitewash and praise seems to be born with, and never limit. Regardless of how bad things are, it can all be accounted for, with a motionless gesture, swirling with the flavor of the world.
Outside the window, the sound of rain ticking, falling in the early winter cold light rhyme, crisp, ethereal, distant, so moving. Rain, rain, wash over the years of sand, revealing a refreshing skeleton, misty with elegance and ease, sentimental and wonderful, telling the story of the once fragrant grass as weaving, once a small bridge and water, once the fragrance of the flowers charming, singing the story of the clouds and water like deep love.
Life is a kind of practice. Loneliness, will at some point suddenly invade your heart, making you restless, making you miserable, making you sit on pins and needles, making you at a loss. At this time, you began an internal war, using all the heart against loneliness. You found that the more you rejected and resisted, the more it pressed forward and consumed all your energy. In the end, you softly lost the battle, just like the drug addiction after the sudden release and calm. Originally, this loneliness, also need you to treat gently, embrace. When you are inseparable from it into a friend, you will find that loneliness, but also a warm fit snuggle.
This world, it is difficult to long love. However, we can embrace it with deep love. The temperature of the heart, will never be cold.