Their World

If, in the next life, then, I just want to be a tree. In this way, I can stand forever and take a proud attitude… some people can’t say anything good, but no one can replace it. In the journey of life, such passers-by always appear from time to time. They always turn your world upside down beyond recognition and are willing to leave without any false feelings or any expression of mercy, in this way, leave, no longer come back, waiting time is forever. The only thing left by the Yiren to leave was to taste, treasure and think about what this beautiful encounter brought to themselves. I think, I still can’t learn to be open-minded, pretend that nothing has happened, lose the struggle in missing without any hesitation, and turn feelings into simple transactions, as you said, at best, equivalent exchange. No matter ten years ago or ten years later, I can’t learn and can’t be what you want. Then, does this mean that I am really a fool, at least a fool who is too stupid to make people feel distressed… every sunny day will choose to be alone, following music, wandering with sunshine, wandering on the edge of this noisy and quiet city, meditating on the distant future, dreaming about the flickering fairy tales, pursuing the distant and nearer dreams, closing your eyes and listening attentively to the sleeping world at this time, the next intersection, who will appear there waiting for him? Is the next Signpost directly pointing to the future? Where will the next passers-by accompany him? In the waiting booth of the terminal station, it is really the person who swore in front of God to hold his hand and grow old with him… open your eyes, the city is still terribly noisy, the sunset is setting, and the afterglow is under the guise of attracting attention, deceive everyone who believes in dreams, and tomorrow will be another gorgeous day. The whole city is in a crowded state with severe indigestion, and the air is mixed with strong smell of sweat and pungent smell of rouge and gouache, the original cheap faith had long been destroyed without trace by the desire for material. The dim light swept the most genuine vulnerability in every passenger’s heart. Going home, what he wants now is just going home. I went to see the cherry blossom. I didn’t go home in this tomb-sweeping Day. Even though I knew that the number of times I saw my parents was less than once, I still didn’t go home. I was afraid that my parents changed again in just two months, no longer young, no longer talkative, no longer enough to hear my care words, sorry, please forgive me for not being around, I am really afraid, afraid of weakness, I can only see you being ruthlessly aging by the years, every cell is carved with the texture of time. Then, you can no longer walk with me. There is still a long way to go in life. Without your help, I fell down and got hurt, I was heartbroken. At the moment I got up, which direction should I look at and which direction should I have the warmth I wanted. Cherry blossom is always my sleepless sadness. I found someone to accompany me all the way, completing someone’s unfinished dream and washing away the original memory, whether it is sweet to sadness or laughing to tears, they all became different. Gradually, step by step, they walked through all the roads they had traveled before, only to find surprisingly that memory could also be reorganized. Thank some people, I have successfully ended my life. The obsession with cherry blossoms may not last for the rest of my life. If, in the near future, encounter you who are crazy about cherry blossoms, then, promise me that in your lifetime, you must go to Hokkaido and stroll under the cherry blossom tree hand in hand to witness the flying cherry blossoms there, promise our happiness for a lifetime, which is really long. Otherwise, please hold my hand tightly and go to see which site will be extended to the rest of your life. Finally, I did it. When I mentioned a person, my heart no longer aroused a trace of Yilian, recalling a past, like telling other people’s stories. The failed love tells me that everyone who doesn’t understand love will meet someone who understands love. After love, those who don’t understand love will learn how to love, but those who understand love will not dare to love any more. It was that person who would come as scheduled without waiting. It was not that person who would pass by if he stood there. I always believe in fate, so I always feel that what can be taken away by time can only show that it doesn’t belong to me originally, and what can’t be taken away is the final destination. Ping said, no matter where we go, the mood of traveling depends on the people who accompany us, not where we go. Sincere friendship always blows the long-lost spring breeze when I am fragile. The cold winter is over after all. I habitually rely on the shoulder next to me. I think I am not strong enough. Maybe, it takes a journey that only you can make yourself grow up when no one asks for help. Maybe, it’s really time to set off… every time when the night falls, he will start to tidy up his luggage and start from one place. The destination is somewhere unknown. From the moment he gets on the bus, he buried his life here, quietly watching the car galloping in the intricate traffic, passing through the streets and lanes, crossing the bustling and noisy crowd, and throwing away the red wine and green light behind him, heading to the deepest part of the night, the impetuous heart suddenly became quiet and serene. Turn the volume to the maximum, the melody of music will occupy the whole mind, noisy, noisy, crowded, bustling, everything seems to have nothing to do with me, light songs, shallow sadness, sun Yanzi’s “Meet” is still singing who I meet, what kind of dialogue will be there, the person I am waiting for, how far he is in the future, I hear the wind, from the subway and the crowd, I line up, take the number plate of love… look around the world, outside the window, the wind of early summer, whose long hair is floating, leaving a faint scent, few stars, and telling the story of whom. Music will always lift your heart properly and make you feel neither painful nor itchy, but it will make you expose your heart to the night without any precaution, no matter you are happy or sad, immerse yourself in the dark of the city, we always forget that it is the same color. I really hope that the car will keep driving like this. There is no terminal station and no number plate. I really want to see how the person who accompanied me to the end actually exists, the world outside the window, how are their world composing? Their songs and tunes are emotional, sad, depressed, or sweet… Spring is warm, and the breath of life is everywhere, the winter jasmine also put on small dark yellow flowers, dazzling and eye-catching reminding us all the time that the green is still the same, the youth is no longer coming, and the azalea in Macheng also dazzles the most beautiful posture, on Daye road, we can’t see the rape field, the Sakura in Moshan Cherry Garden and the cold plum in the Plum Garden all start our short and lively journey. What about mine, it’s time to get ready to go… after looking at the small ginkgo trees planted on the Arbor Day for four times, they still stubbornly refused to take out new buds, and the small saplings beside them all started their own life journey, she began to worry about whether her life would be as bad as her own. Maybe, she was still accumulating strength enough to break through the soil and get rid of the protection of bark, bless her with all my power to embrace sunshine and rain. When I visit her next time, show me the most beautiful accident in my life, and then proudly tell me that there is one God, in this vast land, we will strive for our own future. Mao Mao asked me whether I would change two years later and what kind of myself was at that time. Lying on the lawn which had just revealed new buds, I could still vaguely feel that they were growing at jointing every inch. Under the shade of trees, the sunshine was dotted with the fragrance of air mottled, one hand covered most of his face, closed his eyes, and the other hand stayed in the wind, touching the warmth that could never be reached. Tell Mao Mao in the most intoxicating tone that you will not change. This single-cell simple creature will stick to this purity. I may change, but the persistence of guarding you will not change until you die, I will also stick to the graves, so it is good for you to be yourself, and I will handle the rest of the trifles. With short hair, I couldn’t take the courage all the time. I clicked the long hair that continued my memory. With the hair tail falling to the ground, the heartbreaking past also drifted all the way. I still care about others’ eyes. Xiao Xu said, “I will not look good with short hair, and I will laugh without saying a word. If one day I appear in front of you with short hair, that means, I won’t believe in love any more. Three thousand troubles. Love is no longer the future I want. The woman who once broke her heart to someone has slept under that scissors. What I die is not only the youth for whom I hurt, but also the love I once believed to be true… after all, I will travel alone. What is terrible is not to lose someone, instead, I have to get used to the habit of not being accompanied by this person. I can’t guess their world, and I don’t know whether it is joy or sadness hidden under that smiling face. I just want to drink water in my life, knowing that I am warm and cold, I am not you, how can I know the road you have traveled. Therefore, don’t comment on other people’s lives casually. Whether they are happy or not, only you can understand. Maybe, at a certain moment, at a certain moment, one day, when you are in a good mood, or when you are in a bad mood, you will carry your bags and start your solo journey. You are depressed and annoyed, just disappear quietly for a few days, just like someone said, when you are free, choose to read books or travel, because there must be one on the road for your mind and body. I know that it will take some time to achieve this weakness. What is lacking is not only the foundation of funds, but also the mentality. He said, if I want to be a tooth in the next life, at least, when I feel painful, you will also feel painful… and I just want to be a tree, half of which is idle in the wind, half rooted in the soil, half in the air, quietly watching others’ world, half underground, silently thinking about their own life. If you love or not, you can only break it by yourself and stand on tiptoe. Will happiness be closer to us… San Mao said, one day you will know: The bus runs every 5 minutes, the subway runs every 9 minutes, but our happiness only runs once in our life…

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