Forget to leave and cry

Forget whether to leave first or cry first. Many things we thought we would never forget are forgotten by us in the days we never forget. I know I am not a very good recorder, but I like to look back on my way than anyone else. I keep looking back and standing. However, I am still rushing forward vigorously under the time. In this sad and bright years, I beat horses from my thin youth, passing through Viola, kapok, and passing through the sadness and happiness and impermanence that are hidden from time to time. If God wants to destroy a person, he must first make him crazy. But I have been crazy for so long, why didn’t God destroy me. Lonely people always remember everyone in his life attentively, so I always think of my loneliness over and over again every night when stars fall. Whenever I look at the sky, I don’t like to talk any more. Whenever I talk, I dare not look at the sky any more. Once a smile appeared in my life, but it disappeared like fog in the end, and that smile became a swift river deeply buried in my heart, unable to swim across, the voice of the river, it became my every night and everyday Song of Despair. The noise and brightness of the world, the worldly happiness and happiness, like a clear stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, Miluo passed by, and the warmth poured out like a spring. The wind blows like a flower, and it shakes and shakes, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my destiny, watching the sky, the snow, and the deep shadow of the season. A person always takes a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then at some casual moment, you will find that the things you tried hard to forget are really forgotten. Hide in a certain time, miss the palm print of a period of time; Hide in a certain place, Miss standing on the road and standing on the road, let me worry about some things, forget it, everyone is a king, in his own world, he is domineering and does not listen to anyone. I forgot the year, the month, the day, on which Wall I carved a face, a smile, looking at my face sadly, staying in the place of time, in fact, it has already been swept away silently by the flood. Some people will always be engraved in their memory. Even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, the feeling when they think of him, it will never change. Those who used to say STAY WITH YOU FOREVER have already been scattered all over the world. One day I will walk away silently without any noise. I missed a lot and will not come back if I missed it. It turned out that the children who got along with words were always unhappy. Their happiness was like a playful child, wandering to the end of the world, but they still refused to come back. The space formed by singing allows time to come and go freely, so the appearance of the people still protected has not changed and a huge hate has not ended. Not every effort will gain something, but every harvest must work hard, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition. When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless the language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings. Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a drawing without alignment. Everything in the past cannot be returned to the past, thus slowly extending the 1.1-point mistake. Maybe we should really forget the staggered things. What is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile to everyone. People can never see the broken mirror flower water moon, but the cloud in the world is like a thousand years drunk. Memory is like the water lying in the palm of your hand. No matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will still flow clean drop by drop from your fingers. Who is the passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life, the dust of previous life, the wind of this world, and the endless sad soul. I turned back to look at my own path of growth, watching day by day. I stood on the side of the road and saw countless people walking by me with their hands in my pocket. Occasionally someone stopped to smile at me, can Ruo peach blossom. I know that these people who stay will eventually become the warmth of my life. When I see them, I will think of them. There is no legend of grass growing and flying in this city. It always lives in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and false smiles, while I am being assimilated. One day I will be beyond recognition. Time has not taught me anything, but it has taught me not to believe myths easily. The wind blew through the air. Another year has passed. And the next year will be like this. I don’t know whether there is depression hidden behind the stable, or whether there is stability in the Depression. It’s just that we can’t find it. Leave, make things simple, people become kind, like a child, a new beginning. If a beast is injured, it can run to a cave to hide by itself, then lick the wound by itself and insist on it by itself. However, once it is cold and warm, it can’t stand it. The wound, like me, is a stubborn child, unwilling to heal, because the heart is a warm and humid place, suitable for anything to grow. I don’t like to talk. I will suddenly be silent among a large group of friends. I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd. I forget to talk when I see trees falling leaves crazily in autumn, seeing the warm yellow lights on the road gradually late, I forgot my original direction. Youth was a bright sadness. I didn’t cry, but tears came down, in my heart

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