A person’s life

(1) in the afternoon at the end of March, although the dark clouds are dense, you can still feel the boiling air. One person, a cup of coffee, a cigarette, a coffee shop. The surrounding was full of strange faces, and the noise came and went one after another. The dining population could be heard talking freely. On one table, some people kept complaining about the helplessness of work; On the other table, some people talked loudly about current affairs; Some people passed by and exchanged greetings; while some people eat alone in a hurry, silent. However, all the noise devices have nothing to do with me. They seem to be near and far away indeed. I sat in a corner by myself, smoking a cigarette silently, reading prose and poetry, or waving my thumb with my hands to record the details of my life. I visit this coffee shop almost every day from Monday to Friday. I like this place not because the coffee here is very fragrant; I like it very much, and it is not because of the beautiful scenery here. But here, just where no one knows me. I have got used to this way, pulling myself away from the real world. (Ii) since the reorganization of the company, Guoqiang has changed from a colleague to my superior. Before lunch every day, when he passed my unit, he would casually ask, “Do you have dinner? “I will also answer smoothly:” Go ahead. “So he walked away. As soon as he left, I would follow his forefoot and come to this coffee shop to enjoy half a day’s leisure. We have become accustomed to such a question and answer. My reply is always in his expectation. Don’t ask me why I torture myself like this. I prefer to walk into my own world, rather than go along with others and put on a mask for those who support the play. Perhaps, I seem to be unsociable, but the life of vanity and resentment is also a kind of torture for me. I don’t want to see my stiff smile exposed by others, nor do I want my wooden expression to hurt anyone’s dignity. Therefore, the tiny me chose to stay silent behind the world and walk alone. Even though I was lonely, it was also a way of life. (3) when the aunt holding tea sees me, she will always smile and call me from a distance: “Coffee? Want bread? “I always smiled at her and said,” I won’t eat today. “She asked habitually,” Why don’t you eat? Do you want to be a fairy? “Occasionally I would joke,” losing weight. “In this way of living alone, I am not at ease. I don’t need to take care of others or talk with others about anything I don’t want to talk about. For lunch, maybe it was just a cup of coffee, three cigarettes, several articles and hundreds of words to spend with me. Lunch time slipped away in all the noise that had nothing to do with me. (4) in the early morning, when the night was gradually fading away, I had walked on the sparsely populated street, stepping on my shadow and listening to my footsteps disturbing the silence around. Morning Breeze, soft and delicate, whispered in my ear, everywhere. Sleepless night owl, a pair of shining star eyes, hid in the grass, waiting for the appearance of prey. Stepping on the loneliness left at night, I came to the nearby coffee shop alone and felt the freedom of a person again. I always stay alone and knock the silent keyboard to let a string of heart words appear on the screen of the tablet computer, releasing the emotion in my heart. At that moment, there was always the feeling of getting out of the cage. Everyone has his own way of vent. And I chose text. (5) falling in love with loneliness may not be my wish. However, I have become accustomed to my own life. Since you left, I have learned silence and how to find a pure land in a boring life. Silence may be the best tool to protect yourself; Silence may keep yourself away from others. I would rather live alone and rebuild the dilapidated house in my heart than the fragile heart to be hurt again. Therefore, we had to walk hand in hand with pure words. I like reading sad articles, as if reading my heart. Integrate yourself into the world of writers, look at those lifeless square words, tell the joys and sorrows of the world, and the loneliness in the bottom of my heart quietly receded. Those sorrows, sorrows, emotions and loves have shaped the sad and beautiful stories in the world. Perhaps, I also want to relieve my loneliness in words. But you don’t have to worry about it. I live a good life alone. I still live a bright life and enjoy the warmth of the world. Occasionally, messages of Red Plum’s concern came from the mobile phone, or warm greetings from waves, the occasional care of Gu Yue, and the youth of rain songs. I always feel that I am not living alone. (Vi) on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, I once embraced the midnight quietly alone, letting the Moonlight pour out and watching the new moon hanging on the branch. In this way, kiss the breeze, touch the drizzle, let the dry tears leave traces of time on his face. I am no longer lonely in my own life. In the quiet and beautiful night, I can think of you gently, then take out your name from my pocket and blow it away in the wind. Let it pervade the whole space, let it run towards the stars and moon, listen quietly it is located on the silent petals, clinging to the silent green leaves, quietly waiting for you and blessing you. In the deep night, I will talk about sadness with the ancient moon in detail; When I am sad, I will talk to plum blossom; When I am agitated, I will listen to the heart song of the sea rhyme waves; When I am depressed, I will listen to the rain song, looking at the Phoenix Tree, thinking of the fragrance of rain, weaving a curtain of deep dreams. Occasionally, facing the moon in the water, I let my imagination fly, roaming under the boundless starry sky with the night wind. There is always a touch flowing in my heart, like the clear stream. I am moved by the splendid friendship you and me once; By the sonorous words written by Heaven, by the frozen warmth brought by my sisters in the north; the countless tenderness gushing in my heart will turn into a period of memory, streaming down the touching between you, me and her. (7) in addition to being moved, no longer give yourself any reason to cry, no longer let tears wet my cheeks. Although no one will see my tears in one’s life, and no one will ask me if sand blows into my eyes, I would like to be under the blue sky with the floating clouds flowing through, the cool wind blowing gently, turn tears into thousands of blessings for you. I never knew that the sound of tears could appear in front of me in different ways until I met you. The first time I heard the sound of tears, it was so quiet and full of guilt. It was a silent apology, a heartfelt apology. At that time, because of your neglect, everyone didn’t have lunch for you. You apologized to me with a full face of guilt. Afterwards, when you came out of the women’s room, I saw tears shining in the corner of your eyes by accident, and I felt distressed. I heard the sound of tears again, which filled my ears with the sound of waves. On that day, the scene of you crying bitterly at the seaside always lingered in my mind. You, with tears streaming down your face, asked many reasons in a trembling voice, but what I heard was the grievance of tears. Later, I heard your tears intermittently, telling you that I was moved, grateful, helpless, and distressed until I was silent. Tears have gone away from me. (8) I increasingly dislike seeing fallen leaves, which always reminds me of the fragility and short life. Once in a while, sitting alone on a stone chair, looking at the bustling traffic in the street, you will always see a few green trees with dead leaves helplessly separated from the tall and straight trees. Are the leaves tired of the life they depend on and want to be self-reliant, or do the green trees want to get rid of the withered arms and exile them? Dead leaves symbolize the gradually aging life; Dead leaves symbolize the fate of dust; However, I know that dead leaves drift away in the wind, even if I can’t control my own destiny, there is always a place to settle down. It is trampled by people or silently under the tree, which is also a kind of destination. After several wind and rain, the dead leaves will be reborn. Perhaps, I am still waiting for a piece of dead leaves invisibly, falling beside my feet, and then moistening it with the most sincere, sincere and Innocent Heart, watering it and pacifying it. There is no deliberate expectation, only a silent waiting, waiting for the promise of life. March passed away, and April was approaching. The rotation of time removed many pains of missing and smoothed many wounds of the past. Today, if I have a pair of hidden wings, I will let them fly me to your window to secretly spy on your life at this moment to see if you are safe and sound. I won’t make any noise or disturb your life. I just want to stare at you silently, look at your tranquil smile, look at your back. Time is up, I will fly away quietly without leaving any traces, and then continue my life alone. 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Tears of the playground

Phoenix Tree leaves turn yellow, dry in such a sunny afternoon, wet accumulation season, the story of breeding too many tears, along the memory of Teng pulse, jointing growth in the blue, transparent, sunny winter. His love and my willfulness are always entangled. As I once said, in love, it is difficult for a person to be wronged and satisfied, but at this moment, let him make all the changes for himself with all his unruly things. These years, I have witnessed with my own eyes the kindness he gave and the warmth he held in his hands. Witness a person’s worst, most ugly and most down-to-Earth years, still never leave. There are numerous green mountains, numerous tunnels and seasonal temperature differences, but when you close your eyes, you can still feel the temperature of being hugged. Those hands were held for the whole life, from young to young to old, to white-haired, shoulder-to-shoulder, strolling with each other. Slowly recalling these years together, sadness and joy, looking up is the smiling face you gave. During these years, the fingers of each other were tightly held in their bones, which became a hard part of their lives. Because I like it, I can’t bear to be embarrassed. He has been standing in places I can’t see, far away, silently, watching my dribs and drabs all the time. Listening to what he said, it seemed that he was so humble as to be dusty. I choked up because I couldn’t bear the harm. I always played the role of executioner, deep or shallow, stabbing his heart. A person can be wronged so much that he doesn’t care about it, and he can retreat all over, only for your happiness and happiness. Failing to live up to a sincerity is like trampling on dignity and principles, which will still make you feel painful. He took up too much pity and care, and asked him to smile and bless me. I finally became the most greedy child and the worst child in the world. I cried desperately, so I was very serious. She said, on this campus, there will always be people like this and that. Some of them don’t understand you, so don’t worry about them, while others understand you, so cherish them. She thought that in the darkness of the end of the world, she was so distressed that she cried with me. She was so strong that people like me who didn’t admit defeat cried with me helplessly, shouting despair at me, just like tears, I feel helpless. The wind on the playground was so strong that the cold air poured into the loose collar constantly froze every inch of skin. She accompanied me and talked about the deepest worries. At that moment, I thought of everlasting, how happy it is to have such a friend around you. Because of similarity, they are similar. He said, our dreams are the same, so we are stubborn and persistent, and we can see through them at a glance. Get used to gaining strength and courage from him, learning and making progress all the time. How comfortable the warmth was in the laughing. He was bright without sunshine. Seeing him, he would think of sunflower, the brightest sadness on the ground. In those days of division, he always stood in my camp, cold and cold, refusing anyone’s warmth and persuasion, including him, how hurtful and warm his memory was, let he and I met. Because of a similar dream, thousands of words are in silence at a glance. If you have a dream, you will chase it. If you have wings, you will fly. What a simple and pure child, not secular, not humble, and at an age of publicity, keep our small and simple dream of happiness. I have been chasing, never giving up, open my wings, this road is not lonely, and you will accompany me to work hard. Indulgence because of believing. Know your best position, do not force or put pressure, and give you the maximum space to breathe. He always thought highly of me. After the quarrel, he made up with me again and still indulged my willfulness and childishness. Because of its uniqueness, it is different. I remember the first time I took him to interview, the words he said I was arrogant and indifferent, the insistence that he insisted on me to take him to the haunted house that night, and the happiness we danced together….. What I remember, deep and superficial, were all the feelings in friendship. Those tears fell from occasional quarrels, with no facial expression, thank him for his persistence and seeing me looking at me willfully, seeing that I was tired and tired, I finally returned to our team where we worked together. Because of friendship, it was hard to give up. The violin is very beautiful, and I like it, just like what we said, true friends change their tune when they are separated, so we have to unite to make it beautiful and melodious. He said, it is very comfortable to be with you, so I am willing to accompany you. Strange fate, inexplicable fate, an unexpected conversation, in exchange for the warmth of the flourishing age. I like his clean and clear smile without dust. I am a very noisy and weird girl, but she told him a lot of worries. Be frank because you can rest assured. Around the playground, the wind of loneliness was endless. He listened to me around him. How embarrassing those past events were, which made one worried, and I became selfish again. His comfort, his smile, in this winter, I often get lost in the unusually rainy and cold season. However, he took care of my fragile and sensitive emotions like an adult. Crying is a kind of distressed heart, smiling to live and facing the test. The sun is shining, and it’s really comfortable. It’s really fate to meet someone and know each other. I hope it’s always like this, and there is no complexity. There are too many tears that cannot flow down; There are too many helplessness that cannot be seen through. I looked at the sunshine in a daze, lonely or burdened. I could always become stronger and stronger in the busyness. However, once I was cared about, too many grievances would ruin me in a flash. Winter is cold. Standing under such a sky, I suddenly feel happy, sad and sad. There are always a group of people around me. I can’t see the future, I don’t know when sadness will kill me, but I still saw it in tears, happiness. One person, tears, too many people love it. Looking at their blank eyes around me, just like the discouraged mood at that moment, always makes me feel sad, it is really sad. I can really smile on my own, live a good life, study hard, no one says hello, no one pays attention, no one appreciates……. The coldness of eyes is the same as the coldness in the body. No one is needed to keep warm. Hurt, love, I occupy too much happiness, in happiness, I become greedy, I am a greedy child, eager for someone to give me the greatest warmth in the world,, I know, we don’t have a permanent story. 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