Those who met and knew each other, don’t forget

I have seen the prosperity, l passed by loneliness, missed love, and experienced wind and rain. Running in the silent days, there is no experience that I want to express deliberately. Time runs away year after year. I want to say something, but I don’t know where to start, I didn’t know the end after opening my head. Because many things are insignificant and ordinary is a kind of quietness. It will be the new year in a flash. Seeing Santa Claus on the desk, we suddenly wonder that time is silent, because we can’t keep time, only then can we understand that happiness is also discovered by ourselves. I can’t remember how many times I turned around and passed by in the sea, or I woke up in the midnight, where the flowers fell, and the familiar music in the midnight still didn’t end. The scenery that once carved in my memory was weathered and eroded in my life, in the silent deep night, it was like snowflakes falling down, covering the white roof of the old house endlessly. I left it in the rhythm of light songs to eliminate my soul, and in the blue light shining through the finger mouse, the monitor stared at Jinse’s fleeting years and left one second, the continuation and repetition of songs one by one, the lonely monologue hidden in the pupils without sleepiness, and some distant stories touched by the keyboard gently, whether some dust which can’t be worn away will eventually become a mark, and whether the red letters will be printed in the pale and young body, maybe only for later memory, the heart that cannot be calmed down for a long time stretches in the track of going home? It will be a little cold in winter. Yellow leaves are falling one after another. The sky is gray and white. I want to carefully look for a faint cloud and gently wake up the sky in my heart, no matter where I am, as long as the flag of soul is still waving tomorrow, the years will not be silent. Touch the dark sky with deep eyes through your fingertips. You can’t think of a city, a street, a small house, a cup of green tea, a computer and a heart lamp. Many years later, in my memory, is it just the familiar melody of the night? Perhaps the experience of life is too complicated, just like the trauma of emotion. When I walked alone in the lonely city again and again, I silently showed my admiration for life in countless nights. There were so many times when my eyes were still so calm, I felt that I should belong to the passing travellers in this city. When one day someone suddenly wanted to carry up his luggage to travel, I found that this city was so strange, so prosperous and lonely. Neon lights are just waiting in the dark night. It is still so colorful when the new year comes. In fact, White is so simple that it is often covered by color to change the primary color. Maybe life experience and memory belong to the edge zone that everyone doesn’t want to mention, just like a farewell without ceremony, hidden in a corner of time and space, watching the changing and interweaving of the Sun and the moon quietly. Flowers bloom silently, lonely withered. Life is always so many choices, whether you accept it or not, whether you are happy or sad. It is also like harvesting all the way and losing all the way. I often think of a word, if life is first seen, the ferry will be reincarnated. Vast Sea in. If a story or a relationship only keeps the feeling of meeting each other as before, it may be the most beautiful and pure, and what a wonderful plot it will be. But you don’t know where she will come from, maybe it will be her whole life, maybe that is a wish. Growth means losing. Mature representatives will soon leave the set plot. Life is the stage, and we are the actors who have no returns. It was late at night and the music stopped. This season became cold. The Silence of the cold floor also spread the dark wounds of the whole house, just like the love that had never drifted to the other side in my heart, the tenderness that has not been touched is lost while looking for in the long years. Stumbling and searching all the way. On the dust of the heart, the years have passed, polishing the past of the past years away from the rust of the old days. Those who once flew out of the whole city are now like fireworks. A dazzling cut through the sky, prosperity is gone, fireworks is easy to be cold, after the brilliance is boundless darkness, ordinary is doomed, carefully meditation, how far is the distance between heart and heart? It is a glance at my heart, a smile like a peach blossom, and a deep hug. Or the waving of the moment of parting. It seemed to look at each other silently, or a cup of light coffee. It’s still the calm of breaking up. The moment touched the peaceful heartstrings. Is so shocking. Time always makes people forget some things, and also makes people remember some things forever. When the sea changes, when everything returns to the original point. It is just a pain, even if it becomes lighter, lighter and farther after a long time. Who will remember who after many years will still be as clear as yesterday in memory. Once who promised to be happy for a lifetime, who promised to love for a lifetime, who promised to be inseparable, and who promised to be willing to live up to each other, maybe it will not be salvaged in the emotion of the eyebrows. In the season after prosperity, in the dream of fingertips, what is pulled up is just a song of ending sorrow. Recycling is just the bitterness and ignorance of youth. Looking at the night sky, the universe is boundless. We can’t predict what will happen tomorrow. In fact, we know who we will think of tonight and who is the miracle of our life. Who is the one you love deeply. Who is the regret of the whole life, who is the pain of our heart forever. Most of the time, I am used to being alone in the corner of the network and recording the feeling of life in the imaginary space. Pick up some sad flowers and throw them into the air to let them slowly fall down and form a net to make cocoons. Put a text in the log of the web page. At that time, flowers bloom and grass grows and warps fly. At this time, the flowers fell, and the geese went silent. In this long dark night, I got used to sleepless and lonely, and made it clear that loneliness is the expression of words. I am still thinking that portraying a person’s appearance should be a lengthy process. Rape flowers come in spring, skirts at the seaside in summer, jeans in maple leaves in autumn, and snow-white scarves in winter. Light a cigarette and breathe the breath of youth in the vague past. Flowers come from green in spring, and leaves drift in autumn. Maybe in that scattered floating flower, we were destined to be duckweed. Gathering is not the beginning or the end. It is accidental to come, and it is inevitable to leave. Passing by each other from the beginning, we were doomed to look at each other the next day. The eyes of the dusty season could not penetrate the waiting, which was enough to pierce my heart. I stood outside my heart door. The concentric lock has been rusty and mottled. Many years have passed, and I watched the flowers bloom and fall alone in the cold network at night. Listen to ebb and flow. No change, no change. Sending a song of peace to the other shore, I could not leave your warm smile at all, so I made my long thoughts into guqin and let the piano sound quietly in this season. However, at that moment, when time raised the drooping eyelids, where the red and flying flowers fell, what they kept was not only the Chinese Year in dreams, but also a feeling which was hard to tell. People say love for the whole time. I said love for a lifetime. Love is like dust, plain brocade, fleeting years, light marks. Those mottled sketches gave me a little bit of mood, a piece of sigh was only because of the still miss, the gentle and once brilliant eyes in the palm. I turned into a monk, meditating and sitting quietly, and the wooden fish sounded. All the laws are born because of their fate, and I say it is because of the fate; The fate is destroyed. The wind swept across the sky quietly and then gently swept away the mind of the sky. Call for a thought of this season, for whom to play. Maybe encounter is a prosperous loneliness, which is deep and deep. We cannot touch the distance between flowers in this life, but I am willing to step on the fragrance of flowers all over the past years, to find the trace we have traveled, I don’t believe that there is a fairy in the world, I believe that there is a Buddha in my heart, and that Buddha is me. 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