Taking emotion as a document, taking the heart as the pen, and using the most touching pen in the heart to outline the most true feelings, it will be sent to the ancient future. In front of the breeze, facing the bright moon, facing the vast world, we made the most sincere vows: We are not separated, not forgotten, not abandoned. — The years are so fine that the missed Pinxia Xia’s sun shines through the bustling trees and shines on the face, setting off a variety of mottled black spots.
These days suddenly want to know what exactly you want? I was thinking… if you can change the environment, change your life style and change your mood. So, what am I now? I was thinking… If I could choose to live my life, I hope that it will be a bland one. There is not so much ups and downs in everyday life. I was thinking… if I could change my lifestyle
When we think about it, we are all tired. My friends, returning from morning to evening, meet the scorching sun of the summer, and are devastated by the cold wind. Think about it, we are all tired, we work hard day by day, study hard, work hard for what we want in the future, what you want for the future, everything is “future”, and for the unknown future, We continue to choose, give up, give up and choose
Late at night, people quiet, peace of mind! Looking back at the bumps and bumps along the way, there are always some indelible things that are deeply or shallowly left in our memory. There are bitterness, laughter, sadness, happiness, touching, tears, etc… In the tranquility, in the memory that can be calmly recalled, Xinan is the place to return, looking forward to happiness in the ordinary! From "A Thousand Miles of Green and Red, Water Village and Mountain Wine
My friend, maybe you feel that the K song in the karaoke room is a natural thing, but for me who came out of the countryside, it is a big event and a major event. For me, this represents a change in lifestyle. It is a turning point from material life to spiritual life. Over the years, in order to do what I want, the world I like is ridiculous and full of weeds. Compare our growth calendar
Unconsciously found that he is no longer a former child, no toys, no candy, no childish. . . . . . However, it must be pure or mature. . . . . . Walking on the way I was familiar with before, I saw what was already an unrecognizable scene. Everything has changed. The past has become an irreversible history. Those places that were once familiar have become so unfamiliar, suddenly there are
One person I would be very tired and lying down and hug myself. I do not ask, do not mention, sad I will use silence instead. Without courage I will encourage myself. I know that everyone is not easy and every road is not good. When the person passing by no longer belongs to you, is it obsessed with incitement or put down? Missing all kinds is to leave a regret for the next life, or for the rest of my life.
What I am afraid of is not alone being wandering in the streets. I am afraid that I will not see you once I turn around. How can I be alone? I am still so young and frivolous, so I do not know how to cherish the time. [At that time] we drank together, talked about the land and skipped classes together. Sad together. Accompanied with each other for a good few years. At that time, we didn’t have so much politeness to speak
During a person's life, walking on the path of solitude and noisy alternation, we cannot avoid the favor of loneliness and cannot escape the pursuit of loneliness. There are many views of life. Loneliness is a faithful companion of each of our stations. It is difficult to drive away. Frustration in life, helpless loneliness; loneliness in the moon, self-pity of Gu Ying's loneliness; loneliness, disorientation, loneliness; away from hometown, long-term thinking
Life is a journey. We will meet many people on this trip, but some people are destined to just pass by and meet in peace. After we pass by, we start again to the next point. We are always coming in contact with the new environment again and again, adapting to it again and again. Every time, we will experience the process from strangeness to familiarity to ending to nostalgia. The memory of each one was not taken by us
In many cases, writing seems to have become a gesture of solidifying memory and paying homage to oneself after years. When all those troubled thoughts are turned into characters at the fingertips, I feel that my heart is a timeless and clear time like a damask full of dust, embroidered with flowers, but it was once a masterpiece of elegance. Many years ago, I like to use two words. Always feel that people and people
【Old things, old songs, old roads】 I always think of you and you when I am sad in every city, after the carnival. Without the days of yours, no matter how good or delicious you are, the beautiful scenery of the United States becomes uninteresting. I began to wonder if I was depressed or something. After so many separations and betrayals. I began to protect the fragile heart like a hedgehog. now
I haven’t learned to write something for a long time. I don’t know if life is too messy. Too much writing eventually leads to no way to write, or because my thoughts are too lazy and I’m too lazy to think about arranging my life. In recent days, there are many things that can be written that can be written, but they themselves have slowed down the recording style. Now, at this moment, you can finally hold a cup of tea.
When the chilly autumn wind swept the entire field, wild chrysanthemums were scattered all over the mountains. The wilderness of autumn is desolate, with numbness of trees, yellow leaves all over the place, the northern geese flying south, and the westerly winds chilling. In this season where the world is discolored, wild chrysanthemums become the most beautiful scenery among the mountains. They are bright and open in the desolate bushes with unique fragrance. Its aroma is not that kind of annoying
I have always wondered, what is life? The short life experience does not allow me to comprehend its true meaning. Some people say that you are writing a person and are looking forward to some things about life. So what is life? In order to survive, live every day forever and do not like to do the work; in the gaps in time, linger with the little remaining youth. This is life? Still rolling red
Outside the window is another world. An autumn leaf fell inadvertently and shattered the sorrow of the season. A glimmer of moonlight, in the quiet late night, whirled to my heart; a grain of dust lingered in the depths of the years, mingling with many emotions and chanting. How many poems. Do not panic, close your eyes, can hear your own heartbeat; do not have to be tired, stop and see the wind, the beauty of the rain;
If time stops at this moment, please bring me back to the moment you first met. Let me recognise your face and remember your words. Let the wind blow apart the scent of separation, let the ripples of the water retain the waiting time, let us return to the time we first met, witness the sunrise of the mountains, the footsteps of the mountains, the Wizard of Oz, loneliness and arrogance. The time is like a group of wild horses that are dislocated. When they are not over, they just want to move forward.
In life, there is always a page of sadness, so deep and so warm. The beauty of time lies in the traces of the engraved years of encounter and separation. The fleeting year is a song without words. It has always been in the heart. In addition to reading, there is hope. — Inscription  The autumn and the quiet seasons of a season of quiet autumn are outlined in different colors, concluding impetuousness and jealousy, and more of a meditation and quiet beauty, such as a thick ink
Mature before the present day is that the heart grows older and can continue to smile with tears. Step by step, the years let dream one by one "disappear", we converged the original look, let Yumeng continue to meet the sun. The text/lone star came to the moon with a step by step, and the sun regained its thoughts; step by step, the evening breeze awakened the sleeping face… We all gave life to us. In today's
Autumn in the small town, except for some sweltering heat, seems to be unable to find the beauty depicted in the book. It is sprayed by the sprinkler on the road, braving an explosion of heat. The car runs on the highway, like the steamed bun just opened, and the smell of dust flies. To, straight through the stomach. At this moment, I just want to hide in an unknown corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, take a side of pure land, and find a habitat for the exhausted heart.