Breeze blowing sleeves, causing a dust, who looks back and smiles, drunk with a season of purples?
-- inscription
Through the gap of time, gently caress the memory of this string, and sometimes play an unbearable Acacia. The past quietly climbed into the heart, wrapped around vines, stubbornly entangled and refused to relax. Those dust has been sealed in the past for a long time, such as dreams, such as fantasy, such as true, always inadvertently like the tide to come, sweeping the body and mind. Floating life this dream, always a long time, lonely lonely, when to wake up when to rest? With the cool moonlight, a cup of scented tea, I do not know what kind of sad taste. oh! Abusive memories, abusive oneself, promiscuous partying every night.
Wandering under the courtyard tree, leisurely resentment folded. Time is like fleeting, in the twinkling of an eye, how many rings are engraved in the twinkling of an eye and leave in a hurry, without waiting or asking, unwittingly, the old woman who is always stroking her white hair behind her ears sighs the passing years in the hurried time. Time is a knife, mercilessly slaughtered how many young lives? How many loved ones have been taken away? How many beautiful women have been destroyed? Even if it is hard to part with each other, even if promises have been made in the vicissitudes of life, so what, all can not compete with the ruthlessness of time, no matter how distant promises are not finally submerged in the torrent of time?
In the grand journey of life, how many people rub shoulders with you, how many people smile at you, and how many people are willing to sacrifice their beauty to stay with you? Gently lift the tulle in your heart, can you be calm, can you pretend to be calm and say, "I am not lonely, there is someone to accompany me?" "in fact, loneliness is not shameful, but people who know they are lonely but never have the courage to admit it are shameful.
When you smile in front of others, but others are still indifferent, then when you meet another person, will you, as before, or will you meet again with a sweet smile? Maybe, maybe not, if you are optimistic enough, keep smiling, if you are afraid to refuse, hide yourself and wait for others to smile at you, but that kind of waiting is a long time, after all, smiles are mutual, although there are often people who don't understand this. At this point, I have a deep respect for Mr. Lao she's "all for me, I for all". Yes, people change people's hearts. Only when you treat others with your own heart, can others treat you with their own sincerity. Of course, they can't help but live up to this, but no matter what, who won't meet a few good people in his life? a few true friends, a few worthless hypocrites? Some things, some people, in fact, see clearly, but also despise.
Walking all the way, watching, but the road of life, never see the end, can not see the end. Say it is long, but only in a hurry for a few decades, say it is short, but it is really too difficult. Perhaps life is not a tiring game, but after life becomes life, it is really burdened. People who love life, know how to appreciate, love life, as life is a tired person, in addition to complaining, in addition to negative, in addition to sighing, what reason can be found to continue to survive? No,
Or perhaps, what they are waiting for is the arrival of death, the end of life, and efforts in the afterlife. Work hard in the afterlife, this idea is actually very good, but I am afraid, really afraid that there is no afterlife. In fact, life is an accident, including life, is also an accident, the so-called unpredictable, I think, is to warn us to cherish every day of life.
People live without love and friendship. No friendship, no family. Why become depressed for a failed love, why become a sigh for a failed friendship. No matter how strong the wind is, there will always be a moment to stop, no matter how heavy the rain is, there will always be a sunny moment, life will not always be brilliant, similarly, life will not always be a trough. Anything is possible, to have enough patience and confidence to wait for a flower to blossom, to appreciate the beauty of one side, even if happiness will come later, but as long as it is true, it does not matter, let it come slowly, who says belated happiness is not happiness, who says late love will not last long, as long as it belongs to yourself, then cherish it, fate with the wind, but also with the wind, their own happiness to strive for. Wait for your own fate.
Breeze blowing sleeves, memories come one after another, forget the pain, listen to the whisper of the wind, may the next crossroads, meet new people, may you look back at me with a smile, drunk with a season of purples in my life.
The original author of this article: Xiao sa (just want to be a beggar)
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