Eye disease (special issue of Spring Festival)

At the end of the party, it was already midnight in the morning. My eyes hurt a little and I wanted to drive home early. The temperature was low. I turned on the heating in the car and blew hot air to my face, the moon is hanging, the stars are light and sparse, and the bright moonlight quietly sprinkles the silvery shadow outside the window, which makes me feel a little sad. The street lamps are yellow, like loyal people guarding their own side of the world sincerely. Like me, they have always been so persistent with their former feelings, they receded one by one in my sight. I looked at them from the rearview mirror, only to know that no one had ever left my world. The light lengthened and shortened the shadow of the car, shortened and lengthened, just like my life efforts in this world, sadness came after joy came, and when I don’t have any illusions about all my hopes, the sunshine shines in again, so I often live alternately in sorrow and joy. Life is like this, life is like this. I drove the car silently, and the tires made a silk noise on the flat asphalt road, just like a sigh of a person, which made me feel a little pale gently. In the front car lights, there were always a few moths hitting the windshield I was moving forward. The splash of Soul was gone, which made me unreasonable. I wiped them away quietly from my front with window wiper, just as I forget the unhappiness of life in disdain. There are many people in life who come and go, who come and go, actually forget one thing or one person is very simple. When I think I am still thinking about some people, however, I found that when we met again, we had no passion. I really didn’t know that the people I had dreamed of meeting had been very indifferent to this meeting, still like a dream, I thought about listening to the flower language in the spring of next year, but I found that the flower was so ordinary and ordinary without Silk. In the afternoon, someone went back. Quietly, I still thought about pouring down or whispering, but it was already people who had gone to the end of time, as I turned around so firmly in those days. I looked at her Vanishing Shadow, which reminded me that I often looked at the vanishing moon when I was sleepless at night. I got into the clouds little by little and no longer appeared in the sky. The clouds were very thick, the thick one makes me think I can’t see the light any more. I stood at the top of the floor and watched a shadow slowly turn into a black spot. Suddenly I felt a little painful in my eyes. I wanted to wipe it gently with my hands, but I felt more and more painful, so wet things poured out of their eyes, not only endlessly. After returning home, my eyes had not improved. I listened to the night worm crying uncontrollably in the middle of the night, and my heart also corrected the entanglement, comforting myself that she would get better. Maybe I could see her again the next day. When it was dawn, I fell asleep, groggy. I didn’t know how long it took to feel that someone pushed me. I wanted to open my eyes, but I felt the pain of piercing, my mother said that my old problem and eye disease had occurred again. I just smiled gently. I was sick and had no death, which was not enough to cherish. The next day, I continued to attend the reunion of my classmates, laughing together, making trouble together and recalling together. I just didn’t mention the past affairs of that year any more, but I still dreamed of the pain of youth at night, dream of the helpless fleeting time, Dream of the immature cry at that time, Dream of the eye disease that could not be cured because of sadness at that time

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