After listening to that song, I thought a lot

… Running freely in the wind is the direction. Chasing the power of tears and lightning, putting the vast ocean into my chest, even a small sail can sail far away, fly in the wind with dreams as wings, dare to love, Dare to Hate, dare to rush, no matter how big the risk is or how big the waves are, there will be tacit eyes. Many years ago, the melody of this song was like a symphony in my life, which enriched every minute of my spare time. As time went by, the light fleeting time once again shattered the dreamlike youth. Let you be as beautiful as a flower, but it is not worth the devils of time. Looking back on the past which was stranded deep in my memory, I realized that the past was just like a journey. There will be many people appearing in your life along the way, many people passing by with you, and many people meeting you, there will be many people enjoying the same scenery with you. The evolution of the road, the flowers all the way. The flowers on the road of youth, inadvertently, ended in desolation. Along the way, those who cry after experiencing failure with you, and those who enjoy success and laugh together are missing when you look back. Some words haven’t come yet and say. Even the destined passers-by, can they meet by chance in a certain scene or at a certain time? Then, a smile, a slight greeting: Long time no see. It is enough to remember each other at least when we meet in such a simple way. We haven’t had time to learn how to smile with people passing. Those who haven’t come and learn how to cherish the people who have appeared in their lives, haven’t had time to learn how to use a better posture to complete this trip, the passing of the year has pushed us to the present, accept these things without any psychological preparation at a loss. Maybe it is because of this that I like to stay quietly, those lights gradually vanished in the pavilions, those shining stars in the dark moon sky, those scattered snowflakes falling under the dim street lamps are the most beautiful scenery in my eyes. It’s not what happened. Suddenly I really want to listen to that song again. I turn on the computer to collect it, and then turn it into a single cycle. Put on the headset, close your eyes and listen quietly. The long-lost melody jumped to every cell of your body again. Listening, listening, two drops of cold tears hung around my eyes. The song is still my favorite song, but I suddenly find that I lost too much and felt helpless for a while. Yes, the journey is too hard. Although God treats me well, he always cares for me. It’s just that I can’t control myself to let happiness pass through my fingers quietly. Maybe happiness doesn’t belong to me at all. 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…