This is the first time I gave you an evaluation on the day I left you. Although I have guessed that you will leave, I don't know why I left a tear.
I have fantasized about our countless separations, whether it is a short message or a random noise, or even you holding someone's hand and saying, that's it! And I was wrong, a little unreasonable, and the ending was not as boring as you.
You are such an idiot. You think I don't know? Actually, you're bored, too. That's enough. Everything, from beginning to end, I am also tired! In fact, there has always been a secret that I haven't told you. The first time, when you said' I have a crush on you', I also thought about whether I had a crush on you. Later, I didn't! I was wrong. I made a wrong choice. In this way, a choice separated us.
Maybe it's the first time I know you! How do strangers talk about feelings? So ... I forgot you on the way here.
However, God is really confused. I don't know if it's fate or your intention. You forgot me, and I forgot you. You haven't changed a bit since you got along. I think what you said about "knowing you" may be true, but even so, you still remember, I forgot.
The long road, once known each other like running water, hurried away and never came back. Who knows that the road is good and things are not smooth, and the past is repeating itself.
The same problem leads to the same ending. Things are personnel, but memory is not. What a hurry. I can't help laughing at this separation. Why you have such a familiar temperament. Unfortunately, in any doubt, everything lost may be an unsolved mystery.
A book, a page, like to write your name, I don't know why? Cann't get rid of the shadow. That's what the fool said. Word by word, until your friend talked about you, but I couldn't help sighing. True or false, who knows if what he said is true.
I don't know if we can really get along by tearing apart your past with a topic, but I do know that when I set foot on the road of getting to know you again, I seem to feel that I lied against my will.
However, I am also afraid. I was afraid of what you said when I bet. I don't know how to choose, but the only thing I dare to do is to put aside all my emotions and make this bet, even if I lose completely.
It's a complete failure. If I lose, I will lose all of them. I have thought of the ending, separation! These two words are in front of my eyes. I feel so helpless for the first time. That's very kind of you. Maybe you seem to have made a draft.
Can you believe it? To tell the truth, if I say' I have a crush on you' at the end of the breakup, I actually say it with a smile.
Do you know why?
Because at that time, I already knew the ending, your strange behavior and your boredom made everything unsustainable.
Your nonsense is even more lengthy. I sigh. If the whole world changes, then no matter how it changes, the ending will not change, right?
Every word, you ask me, and I know what I should say to make you happy, but I didn't do it truthfully. I chose another answer. But the final answer to that answer was unexpected!
Maybe that's it. You can't take a joke, because time will make you tired. Because of time, you will forget the past; I forgot you at first because of time.
So everything is calm, and today you may be holding someone's hand and saying what you said. Another girl staked her life on you.
What about me? I stood on the high roof with a smile. At the moment when the wind passed by my ear, I wanted to say that the sentence' I have a crush on you' was a lie, but what I really wanted to say was' You once had a crush on you, but later, it chilled me, that's it, goodbye!'
Want to write your own thoughts
A person stays quietly, or sleeps in a small bed, or leans against the window alone, detailing his empty and dusty heart, not disturbed by the wind or surprised by the rain; Stay away from the noise of the world, not turned by the wind, not trapped by the rain; My heart is like a falling snowflake, silent and does not stir up a dust. It is neither like the wind, swaying and boasting invisibly, nor like the rain, making a mountain out of a molehill and making wanton noise.
Stay alone quietly, or have a cup of fragrant tea to enjoy loneliness and loneliness; Or holding a book, intoxicated by emotional words, let the sadness and joy that have nothing to do with others slip through your heart.
Or use sandy's tears to string together the past events that have been dried by years and banish the true feelings on the purple note.
Or reminisce about the happiness and warmth of the past, even if you are in tears, you still have a smile on your lips! Listen to the drizzle in the breeze, touch the distance between hearts and taste life.
A person stays quietly, picking up a few strands of acacia, or lamenting for helplessness, or lamenting for missing, or whispering homesickness for beauty, or plucking the strings for longing, sometimes being elated and sometimes sighing, but this has nothing to do with others.
Keep a close eye on the growing thoughts. When the thoughts are mature, open your mind, express your feelings in writing, and quietly overflow your thoughts. Quietly weaving the helplessness of peerless chic, let the heart accumulate into a thick white loneliness and enjoy it like an illusion.
Stay alone quietly, enjoy the four seasons of competition, peep out the window silently, comfort the sunset glow silently, listen to the birds whispering in the wind, chew the floating memories, and let the harp ring in your chest.
Quietly, laugh at the nobility of ice and snow, cherish the spring flowers and autumn fruits, and pity the flowers, so that the fragrant soul can live with the heart and have a beautiful and free heart.
Look at the clouds quietly, go your own way, rain or shine, not cold or shocked, and have a peaceful mind.
Stay alone quietly, watching the moon peep from the window, gently swaying the dullness of the day, soothing the fatigue and warming the heart; Find a balanced fulcrum for thoughts, a loose range for feelings, keep fatigue away from complexity and comfort, let great love trickle in life, purify the mind in a trickle, and make the mind simple and happy; Lively and prosperous, contented, troubled and sad, Zhi Zhi is like a mountain, reading imperceptibly, calming one's mind and living a quiet life.
Stay alone quietly, let elegance be simple and pure, let thoughts be free and easy in peace, let everything be indifferent, peace will stop water, feel a person's heartbeat, no confusion, no trouble, no disturbance, no wind and rain!
A quiet person is a meaningless waste and a very precious repair to life; Tasting the true meaning of life in silence is a kind of spiritual cultivation, as the saying goes: governing by doing nothing. Give life a different kind of wonderful, let the limited life be infinite in wisdom and thinking!
Let the scenery of a mountain spring shine.
Bing Xin once wrote in Spring in a Day: "I don't believe in spring after 90 days!" It is about the spring when the north is blocked by sandstorms. People who live in the beautiful scenery of the south have never experienced the taste of yearning and yearning!
However, this year's spring is really desirable! Waves of cold waves, continuous snowstorms, and spring are strictly blocked. In a daze, the vernal equinox has passed, and the silly cotton-padded jacket is still tightly wrapped in the body. The winter jasmine, which should have bloomed long ago, didn't even show its buds, and the bravest Parthenocissus didn't dare to stretch its feet! The bones eager to stretch in the spring breeze can't be stretched lazily. I am looking forward to a vigorous outing, waiting and waiting, and finally it is too late! Compared with this time in previous years, I am complaining about the delayed spring scenery all over the mountain and disappointed with the lake that can't be warmed up. Clearly clear, but it's too cold! Even the ducks dare not try, except wormwood all over the ground and the water by the river!
Some time ago, suddenly one day, it cleared up. I took off my cotton-padded jacket in a hurry and put on warm yellow light spring clothes, inviting friends to enjoy spring in the park. Who knows, it turned from sunny to cloudy on the way, and then the cold wind hit my face and it was drizzling. I don't believe it. She came so fast and suddenly, and she will walk so fast and self-sufficient? Stubbornly holding a few red berries in the cold wind, holding a tender willow tree, walking by the lake, watching the microwave in the rain, looking up at the sky, trying to leave the mark of spring. Who knew that Chun was ungrateful? She used her indifference to make me seriously ill again, and it will take two weeks to recover. From then on, my heart ached, and I suddenly understood that I was expecting too much, such as a fire that burns too brightly, and it is easy to burn out and disappear. Is everything in nature forced?
In this way, spring, for me, indicates everything of light, hope and vitality. Then I urgently need it to make my life smart, but everything that was delayed calmed me down. My beating heart has calmed down and I can listen to the sound and watch the color. All my feelings are not only moving for spring, but gradually, I have returned to my previous keenness.
Unconsciously, slowly, day by day, the sky is changing, from gloomy and low pressure to gradually open, the weather is also changing, from cold rain to warm sun, the earth is also warming. This kind of warmth skipped the early spring and went directly to the middle spring, as if it were just a blink of an eye. No matter where the winter jasmine blooms, it is amazing wall by wall, and Parthenocissus tricuspidata spreads the green in an instant.
Walking through the street in a hurry, the wind tugged at my skirt like an unbridled child, sometimes east and sometimes west. Looking around, it seems that there is only one night. Those small mobile booths that change with the solar terms are filled with colorful kites. "The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind." Inadvertently, they began to recite poems and thought it was time to buy a kite and fly it!
I am a clumsy person. I have never made a complete kite since I was a child, and naturally I have never flown it. I saw a big kite in the street the year before last, bought one, held it high, and ran back and forth for twenty or thirty times from uphill to downhill. I was so tired that I just wanted it to fly in the wind, but it still refused to take off in despair and finally gave up. However, no matter how big the blow, it can't crush the desire to fly high. Every spring, when you see a kite flapping its wings and want to fly, the feeling of flying in person will become stronger and stronger. At this moment, I can't wait to buy one to fulfill my lifelong wish!
Take a kite and go to Zishan Reservoir with your family. Last summer, it was very hot, so I went here to enjoy the cool at night. Seeing the lake full of water satisfies people's desire to cool off the heat, and the green hills surrounded by water only serve as a foil to the water, so I have never wanted to go to the mountains. In this beautiful spring afternoon, idle hearts have nowhere to put, and flying kites need a flat and high place. Therefore, to find a quiet and unfamiliar place, we walk in along the winding but wide mountain road and then walk in. When I was desperate, I suddenly saw a flat and open mountain in front of me. Next to this big flat, a clear water lies quietly in the arms of the mountain, as if it were a gentle one.
I saw three or two fishermen fishing in the reflection of the mountain by the water, sitting quietly without asking about the harvest; There are several bricks and stones on the lawn for barbecue; At the foot of the mountain, a group of young college students are burning their newly strung masterpieces on barbed wire; On the hillside road surrounded by water, two couples are walking arm in arm; There are also several people picking wild vegetables on the mountain. The green hills in the distance are rolling, the green hills in the distance, the towering buildings in the city and the noisy figures are all silent backgrounds ... just like an alternative picture of Peach Blossom Garden! I have been in the center of the hustle and bustle these days, and I have long lost my heart in Taoyuan. I don't know anyone outside the world who can be so carefree, leisurely and live up to the profound meaning of creation in the worst environment!
I auditioned for a high-open venue, and as soon as I let go, the wind blew hard and the kite flew lightly! However, he was proud of his casual and relaxed release. Just when he was proud, the thread was entangled in his hand. He bent his head to get the thread, but the kite couldn't lift it and fell over. Alas! I ran to save it, but it was too late! Just then, the kite fell into the water, and the thread was dragged around, and it took a lot of effort to get it out. The thread knotted and untied, making it in a hurry and losing interest. In the afternoon, the warm sunshine shone down and tiredness came up. I said, you let go, I'll watch it on ping pong.
I figured it out. The sea ran back and forth with it, but the kite didn't cooperate. For a while, it fell to the lower part of the slope, and then it hung on the treetops, which made him very anxious and frustrated several times. For the last time, it seems that even Dongfeng can't bear to see him so persistent and fruitless, blowing and blowing. The kite flies high and finally looks down proudly at everything in the sky! At this time, the fisherman looked up and shouted, "This play is really beautiful!" Young people who eat barbecue stand on the heights and applaud; Lovers by the river also pointed to the sky and poured out their longings. Everyone's mood is brighter because of this flying kite! I watched all this from a distance, and my heart was full of warm feelings! Looking around the low mountains, it seems to be moving with the kite. The mountains are greener, the flowers are redder, and the spring scenery is rippling in the water. ...
At this time, light, vitality, hope, determination to resist the cold, belief to meet challenges and endless worries are all on the kite's back, which is integrated with the smart spring in the mountains.
I didn't know that spring really came.
In early winter, Kimpa wrote a frost word.
Tears never fall easily, because my heart is never broken. I want to have you all my life, but I can't help letting go. A word "wait" wastes life. Swallowed up all the scenery given by the years, and also erased my piety to the Buddha. ...
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There is a monologue of nature after tossing and turning. There is an inch of fertile soil, which can only make the text interpretation wander alone. There is a kind of waiting, and the shadow is with him. There is helplessness, and no amount of redemption can escape. The road is very long, and it is an endless gray area.
It is said that late autumn is a cool leaf, and I always feel that early winter is a word frosted on a brocade handkerchief. No matter how you color it, it's still cold. I always wanted to write this pen gently, but when the ink fell gently and the chill cut through the spun silk, I still felt the chill coming from my face. When you are sleepy in the middle of the night, your eyes will shed tears and you seldom write. Like the tranquility of dawn, watching the sky light up a little, my heart is like a stagnant lake. Perhaps life is a piece of brocade, some bright and dazzling, some simple but elegant and indifferent. What's my picture like?
I think it's a grass, it's green and yellow, and it doesn't sprout and bloom anymore. It is a silent painting, a word, which needs no understanding, no pain, no loneliness and no addiction. I don't want anyone to bother me. If you pass by and happen to see me, don't talk! If you like it, you will return it silently. If you don't like it, don't talk, because I won't say anything to you.
Day, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and every word begins to dormant. It is still sunny in winter, but I am lazy and want to sleep. I know how many flowers fall in my dream, but I only know that jade is green. Green radish is full of dreams, I don't want to wake up. The noisy voice is a distant call: you have been unable to sleep, and there are still three inches of land in the dust, waiting for you to come back to farm. It turned out to be like a dream, and I was already alert.
The cold in early winter is like a cold inkstone, which needs fire to iron to grind the green color of willow. In the silent sigh of the silent night, there is the slaughter of the west wind, the eyes of the stars are dodging, and the moon hides half of its face and pretends to be indifferent. There may be a snow tomorrow, coming quietly. Let the dream dance in the snow, and the clarity wrapped in silver is brewing and resurrecting. When the plum blossoms bloom, I will meditate under the tree, listen to your meditation and watch you become a Buddha! I can't unlock it, I can't cross the world of mortals, I can only go with the flow. You got it? Needless to say, no one will remember it in the next life. Breaking, rubbing shoulders, and snow will all leave legends, and we love it deeply.
The agarwood wine made the shadow begin to tilt. Holding the lush night, the skirt danced lightly in the moonlight. Every footprint is a drunken flower. Just not fragrant, maybe not drunk, just an illusion. When I was holding the wall, I heard the wind talking. I was barefoot and I didn't know when I lost my shoes. ...
There is no phone at dawn, getting up early has become a habit, and it is still dark, so make breakfast quickly. It's cold, let yourself hide under the covers to warm your hands and feet. The moon is half exposed, and it's a bit pitiful without the company of stars. There is not a cloud in the vast sky, it is really boundless.
The sky was a fish-belly grey and gradually lit up. It suddenly occurred to me that it would be great if there were a plum tree in the yard at this time. Even if it is cold, I will go out to pick incense. It must be hongmei. At the dawn of snow, I saw you for the first time. Just like the ancient woman in red makeup, she is dignified and gentle, which makes people feel that I am still poor and dare not blaspheme.
Not all trees, just a few, just three or two. I like MengMeng better, just like girls are shy. I have never seen plum blossoms, but I like them in my bones. Like an ancient breath, with a wisp of fragrant soul, the proud snow blooms in the distance, you are the world in full bloom, and the cold night and the moon are in pity. If I can pick two flowers, I will put them on my pillow and let the incense dye my dreams, so that I won't feel cold at night dancing in the snow.
Living a carefree life, everything seems pale and powerless. I locked my dream in that old-fashioned box and stopped touching it. About love, even if it can be broken in the end, I still can't let go, which is destined to be the deep root of love that I can't give up.
Long hair dancing gently with the wind, watching the clouds roll and relax, the loneliness that can't be dismissed has been branded by me. Who is mending the waste and who is pretending not to care? Everything is God's slip of the pen, and empty bones are tied at both ends of the red line. The lonely journey, rain or shine, has tasted hardships. A person's persistence will eventually make ends meet. You are the only bet in my life, knowing whether to lose or throw a moth into the fire, you rushed over and became a prisoner of love …
Being chased by many people, just like a special flower, there is never a shortage of bees around. But I don't have the strength to take another look. I deeply know that the only love in my life has been brewed into a towering tree. Even in the cold winter, the wind and snow are blowing bitterly, and no leafy branches are shivering, but flowers bloom in the soil of the soul and enter the bones.
A person's life is not necessarily related to love. If you don't think about anything, it will be simple. Slowly count the fleeting time and pass the time. But once you think about it, the burden will never be lightened. If you have a shadow in your heart, you will never see the expression that others expect.
Some people understand you at a glance, so they take it into their arms, pat you on the back and say, I'm here, don't cry! It will keep your heart warm for a long time and you can't calm down. This knowledge is really hard to find, just like a boat that has been drifting in the sea, and its heart always wants to land. In the dead of night, I will look at the moon outside the window and miss you quietly. What are you doing at the moment? Cold not cold? Is there something bothering you? Will you miss me? Then close your eyes and let the tears slide into the cold.
When tear drops, parting becomes eternity. Accept the hardships of the years and compromise with yourself. The oath of betrayal will not be fulfilled, and regret is like an arrow that leaves the string, ending with me. At the moment of tears, I tasted all the hardships, and blood tested the deep affection in the world.
Let go of what you can't say, but saying and doing are two different things. Not love can be forgotten, but love can be abandoned. What I can do is not to disturb your sky, but to be a silent guardian and bless your eyes. Keep your heart floating in the sea, and never wake up in this life. The heart is like a thousand pieces, and the horizon is like a cangue. ...