Long time, thin clothes

The winter in the South is low, wet and cold, and there is no bright color in the last two days. I always think that winter is the warmest season. Because of the cold, it is warm and slightly warm will be infinitely enlarged. That kind of warmth slowly penetrates into the bottom of my heart, lingering closely. Therefore, the warmth of winter always occupies a permanent position in memory, never forgotten, although perhaps never remembered. I haven’t written some words quietly for a long time. Those moods, no matter they are empty or busy, are quietly dormant. There is no clamor but silence. It is quiet as if the world has forgotten them. In fact, they are lurking and swimming all the time. Because it is too deep, the deepest things will always be ignored, forgotten and abandoned. Such as mood, emotion, nostalgia and memory. If there is an afterlife, I always want to be a tree. The most silent gesture can resist all and tolerate all. Until now, I have realized that maybe it is because such a quiet posture is suitable for living and missing. The posture of a tree is buried and flying in the world, without longing, without moving, without noise or cold. But deliberately ignored that loneliness. Like every living life. After all, I went for a walk and fell into the afterlife. Along the way, maybe we are more or less relying on memory life. Those memories are in various forms, stored in the heart or annihilated in the bottom of the heart. The past, the present, the abandoned, the Unforgotten, the sinking and the unremembered are all left after all. Leaving this attitude is the most unacceptable appearance for I am, no matter it is indifferent or resolute. They are the most silent and wanton treacherous betrayal. The same is true for youth, life and life. Maybe there will always be a period of time when we are inferior to life. Expressionless, calm and indifferent. There is really no sadness, no unhappiness, no sadness in my heart. Because these emotions are redundant and luxurious. It doesn’t mean that nothing is empty, but nothing is really quiet. Like a flower, without sunlight, it lives quietly at the corner of the city. Occasionally, I imagine my posture of blooming freely, but I am not willing to stretch my antenna to live in the attitude of imagination. Everyone has his own experience. The word “empathy” should not exist in the world, because everyone has his own life, which may be similar or passed together. But never have the same experience, how can you feel the same. When people are alive, they will have their own difficulties and Hearts hidden. However, they are sticking to and enduring them. Please remember to smile at the end of each period of time, because many years later, you will see that smile when you look back, and you may have forgotten the hardship of that period of time. This is the deception of time to us, and we should be willing to treasure this kind of deception. Every period of time will turn into a pulse of palm prints, as long as you live seriously. Those young days always shine strange and familiar light. Those crazies who thought they were desperate actually had their own retreat path in the end, which was still young. So do everything when you are young, no matter how much a waste of emotion or time others think. And at that time, we always enjoyed ourselves or thought we were fearless. But now that I am no longer young, I begin to become timid and think about it. Maybe we are just children spoiled by time. We act wildly and resolutely in our young days. After that period of time, I would never dare again, because my spoiled children knew more deeply that the passing of that period of time was only limited to being young. This may be a sense endowed by the old. Standing on the high branch, the cold wind blew across the cheek, causing cold pain. Although looking from afar, I dare not look down. I am not afraid of the height above the ground, but there are fallen leaves, withered yellow and declining, and unattainable sadness. The sadness that looked down from the height was infinitely enchanted, full of the surrounding air, shallow and slow flow but deeply touched. Then only when you stand there so quietly can you give up all the noise. Sometimes noise equals sadness. I always expect everything I imagine too much. In things, things, people, missing, attachment and warmth. Whether you are struggling for fierce pursuit or calm desire. More or less, I always look forward to it and then wait. Lin Xi has a lyric: If you can forget your desire, the years will be long and your clothes will be thin. Every time I hear this lyric, my heart will become soft, and then I will start to feel warm in a shallow way, telling myself that although I go forward, everything will be fine. This is life. What you live is not unhappy. You are the only one who hasn’t noticed it. If you can forget your desire, the years will be long and your clothes will be thin. Long time, thin clothes. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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