The stage of life is very big, but there are few plays suitable for me. I play every role with my heart, but the more I devote myself to it, the more confused I feel. Is it that I am too deeply involved in the play? Still haven't found the role that really belongs to you? Life is in constant pursuit, but when I feel that I can control any role, I find that I have lost myself!
Always thought that he is the protagonist of life, indulge in the interpretation of the rippling years of youth, when the applause one after another, only occasionally in the distant memory, finally understand that I just use innocence to fill the emptiness, with youth in exchange for confusion!
Experienced more and more confused, silent for a long time always feel numb, who am I? Is it the actor of life or the outcast of life?
Once upon a time, I kept running all the way, just to chase the dream in my heart. Strong wind and rain experienced tenacity, used to loneliness in the dead of night, blooming and falling to understand the youth, people come and go to see their own original, I have always been a supporting role in life!
If you run too fast, you will miss the beautiful scenery, go too far, and you will lose your direction. The bulging bag is full of dreams, but the deepest heart has accumulated endless disappointment, even if the harvest is more, it is difficult to hide the sadness scattered on the ground behind! At this moment, I understand that if, give me a world can not be happy, then, this world is not mine, if, chase everything is not enough to heal the broken heart, then, once the dream is not a dream.
Youth, surging in the memory of the time, the passing years, can easily evoke infinite thoughts, when tears over the eyes, hazy vision will always emerge your figure so quietly waiting, waiting for a reunion doomed to disappear! Wind, dry tears also took you away, never entangled where you went, because I know you only belong to the past, and I, belong to reality, just like my youth, only belong to memory!
Time flows, took away all the past, I do not want to read yesterday's bookmark, just want to seal it in the depths of memory, but the yellowed letterhead full of youth poems, always want to avoid in the rainy night, but are drawn by romantic poems, want to break free, but can not resist the hot words! Tonight's rain, wet everything also knocked on my heart door, I know, now can not stop, stop the heart to the rainy night
There is no need to worry about the destination of the rain, in the flow of life, there is always a place is its scenery, at this moment, no longer feel the heart of the past, in the vast night, there is always somewhere is the post station of my soul! I don't know when the rain left or when the wind started. All I know is that at this moment I feel the tenderness of the rain, the freshness of the wind, the beauty of the night and the comfort of the soul.
Summer night, always so amorous feelings, the heart, has not yet drifted away from the lingering rain of the night, but bathed in the starlight! The starlight cleanses the dust of the heart, the breeze blows the bondage of the heart, brings full of thoughts, and soars in the night sky! If you see a meteor flashing by the horizon, it is the heart of my freedom. If you see the flickering light in the Milky way, that is the feeling of my post.
Last night's wonderful meaning is not enough, the day's life will begin again, there is life, there are stories, there are stories, there are memories. The stories that happen in life are not only memories, but also motivation to move forward! The stage of life is very big, and this stage is not just for me, there are very few plays suitable for me, but life is fair and will not be tailored for anyone.
Youth is too beautiful, really very reluctant to give up! However, there is no repeated repertoire on the stage of life, in the face of each new day, we can only keep everything in the memory, not to chase the illusory dream, not to nostalgia for the glory of the past. Stand on the stage of life to interpret ordinary life attentively, even without applause and applause, I still firmly show my true self!
Author: Han Tianyu
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