Scattered people

The night gradually became dark, and the houses and trees in front of us were all faded into the black. The black and silent night always gives me a deep imagination, just like the quiet world can be imagined with eyes closed. I once stared at the trees outside the window blankly. With the change of seasons, the leaves changed from light green to dark green, from dark green to light yellow, from light yellow to light black. Now, leaves give up their attachment to trees, quietly turned into a ghost under the tree, and finally there was only the dead branches competing to insert directly into the sky, drawing a circle of annual rings in the sky. As time goes by, things are neither human nor human. This night, the dew of Winter Night rippled in my heart, just like pictures one after another Jumping Frames in my mind, disappearing past, bleak memories, write a pale comma for young youth. The time I used to read was totally different from now. I used to read for entering a higher school, but now I read for work with different purposes. Of course, the two periods of time are different. The past and the present are separated by thick glass. Looking back, you can still see some shadows, laughter and tears, but you can only see blurred if your eyes are sour and your mind is swollen, so that tears are in your eyes. In the past days, there were my close friends who accompanied me through many wonderful times and gave me many wonderful memories. Now, they have scattered all over the world, leaving me alone, it looks like a fallen migratory bird flying south. Time was too hurried. We all struggled in the palm of time, which was beyond recognition and flesh and blood. Recalling the past Road, the scenery I have seen, the tears flowing through, at this moment, under the gentle overlooking of the fluorescent lamp, I feel more and more that time is the greatest healer, it smoothed the pain like the wind, leaving a trace of memory. The memory proved that I am strong and had endured more than a dozen spring, summer, autumn and winter. Now I understand that my former friends will also be friends in the future. Even if they are scattered all over the world, I hope that one day we can get together and count the memories in the flowing light. If we are still scattered all over the world, I won’t feel heartbroken any more, because I understand that those people who appear and disappear in life, like friends scattered all over the world and parents who will eventually grow old, are angels who teach me love, teach me to grow up and cherish. People scattered all over the world will also have new friends and a new way to go. Time flies. The only thing that never changes is constant change. But some memories are worth remembering. Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Life, who is the degree of concern

I opened the little book beside the pillow casually and brushed away the dust. I saw a clean and transparent face and read the peace of the world, which was both state and attitude. Some people say that words focus on life, and sometimes they are unwilling to live. She is a narrow world without disturbance or duel. Sometimes it looks like a childlike child, and sometimes it is careless, forgetting to read the most careful feelings. As if through the small pillow, a heart, three or three words, how many ingenious needles and lines, you know that every needle of the embroidery is painful for you, you know that the years are ruthless, it is how much fragrance and mellow you have survived. One day, when we run for life and are tortured by life, we cry and laugh. When we were sitting in the dormitory, infatuated with the screen, and suddenly saw the time in the lower right corner, you had to run to class, put down the plot, and then asked yourself bitterly that this was life, or torment. The choice we have to make. Sometimes, I tried my best to laugh, but I was still guessed by you. I escaped all the questioning and troubles. At that moment, I am laughed, at least someone understood. Whether you can’t dress up or you can dress up too well. You can’t know the most indignant thoughts at that moment. Maybe someone can understand it. What if you don’t like it? Sometimes, I miss my friend very much, and then casually dial that number. When a sudden call, he would be surprised, inexplicably speechless and incoherent. Are we really apart for too long? Haven’t you contacted me for a long time? Sometimes I have to think about life like this. When I hear the special happy look at the other end of the microphone, I am happy and helpless. Missing these, what life gives me is endless reverie, without end or starting point, like the sky suddenly seen, my raindrops are vague without any trace. It’s just the light wound that blows through the soul, and you can’t hide it. I don’t like to narrow my eyes and see the world with you. This is what I think. Whether it is simple or ordinary, you can’t understand. I am random life, not warm in winter, will make my heart colder; Spring is too soft to stand the torture in my heart; Summer is too fierce, like the hardship of being exposed to the Sun; Autumn is too thick, maybe it will be more suitable, at least the numerous fallen leaves will no longer compete with you for the poor sky. But when the sun goes far away, who can match it. My heart, where can I rely on! Sometimes, I don’t think much any more. Let it be like this. I am still me whether I have no purpose or no direction. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…