The wind and rain he had seen, the road he had walked, he had finally waited until the day he grew up. He had once stumbled, once seen a dream as if it were life, once young and pure, once true and straightforward. When we walk on the road of life, is there no place to turn back? How much life, how many past years to leave the old years. On the road he walked, there were blurred eyes that did not understand the secular world. The scenery that he had seen before, who asked him to be calm, had actually become so quiet. I've seen it, I'm just passing by. Who says I'll pass it with a smile? He knew that it would be a long time in the future, and the road ahead would be long and the scenery would be full. The seated spectators were unromantic, but their hearts were like clouds. The road was still walking, and the story was still being played out, but life was refining the essence in the furnace of time. Wasn't it good to continue playing the role of a spectator without the pursuit of the wind and the caress of the clouds? at Jing
I want to turn life into fragments and present them, as if life has been moving towards a certain fixed track; It was like a sailor who always had a beacon in the distance. All of a sudden, scenes came to his eyes. The wheels of the past turned in time, and he integrated himself into a corner of life, telling the life in those short stories.
Did you see that? There is smoke in the sky, fog around, can you feel it? It was so beautiful here. There was water surrounding the pavilion, and the rain was hazy. She remembered that San Mao had come here and shed endless tears. The endless words of life, the unique delicacies, she found a harbor for her wavering heart. However, she left and never came back. Perhaps everyone had their own experiences, experiences to rely on, and the path they had to take in life. Life was different, and the path was different, but one had to live with principles. Her lover was gone, her child was gone, and her hope was shattered. Wandering, shuttling through the corners of the world, did she not want to live a normal life? Was she the one who couldn't let go? He was still conflicted.
I also know a woman who has an indissolvable bond with the water village. She is a nostalgic person. When she listens to classic nostalgic love songs, she will cry. It is like some past events have touched her and made her unable to let go. The song can always correspond to the mood at that time. Was it emotional? If she was hurt once, she would immediately leave and disappear from that person's world, revealing the extreme rationality in her heart. She was a woman who wandered between emotion and rationality. She liked to interpret life as a story and find an ideal foothold in reality in her own thoughts. She liked to lean against the railings of the towers in the water village and drink alone. This was her hobby. There was a lot of rain in the water village, and her true love was always that oil-paper umbrella.
Some people said that the feelings in this world were like a bus that arrived at one stop. Maybe?
Is it true that feelings are the most worthless thing in this era? It's as if I've returned to that innocent era. People are always so real, but reality is transparent. I don't want to grow up. I miss the world when I was young and ignorant. When I grow up, I realize that they are different. I want to be calm in the environment, just like having peace in my heart. Don't say that I'm indifferent, I'm just rational.
When they were dating, he bought her a qipao. It was raining the day they met, and she was the first to wear this kind of dress. He always lied to her that she was his only one, that he must marry her and wait for him. How much time can we wait in life? If love is just perfunctory or a woman is too naive, how long can we be naive? After the age of dreaming. She knew that the cheapest thing in the world was love. She remembered someone saying," Love was not simple. The man's words made the woman see through the fog. There was no need to mention who she had loved. Time would dilute everything. For example, in the past, even the love that was engraved in her heart could not withstand the erosion of time and the blow of time. She was just a bystander and smiled indifferently. Some things did not have to be deliberately done. After dating for a long time, it became him buying clothes for her. At that time, it was always raining heavily, and he was afraid that she could not stand the weather. If life could be quiet, she would stubbornly remain quiet. Later on, they lived in different places and tortured each other like that. Too many things had happened, and some of them could be treated as experiences. Every time they broke up, she would always bring it up, making him laugh and cry like a child. It turned out that he was already used to it. She wanted to be alone. There were too many things in her heart that needed to be sorted out and dealt with. A person had to learn to reduce their burden and not be in a saturated state. Perhaps he was still young and had yet to see through the world. From a friend's point of view, there was no need to separate into strangers. If they fell in love and broke up, it was impossible for them to see each other again. This was her principle. There was no need to say too many words about love and life. There was no need to argue too much. After all these years, women are silly, and love belongs to two people, not one person's indulgence and forgiveness.
Finally, they broke up. From lovers to strangers, they were always on and off. Feelings were always like that. She said that feelings in life were nothing more than reunion and separation. Feelings were no longer simple. One day, they would be reunited and separated. The past would always appear continuously, wandering between rationality and experience. Being innocent was fixed as being stupid. The human heart was also tired. It always wanted to give itself a space to rest. It had no regrets in love, but life was always piled up with the past.
Emotional matters: clouds go, rain comes, rain goes, wind comes. Come and go, separate hands and become strangers, as if the world has passed away. The past was still there, the past was like smoke, the story was always experienced, life was always so long, extended, the past chapters were as dense as clouds. The women of the water village had the tenderness and rationality of water. They were addicted to a fixed form. They had no intention of love. They separated and gathered. They were calm and let nature take its course. They looked down on everything and had no intention of protecting themselves. One day, love would learn to let go and let go...
Don't take it too seriously, and don't be too indifferent. Life is long, and enough is enough. It's human nature to stay and go. There is no need to be selfish, quietly, lightly and face the world, only to know how to face it after loving?
The scenery is so light.
Who didn't have a few friends in life who shared the same interests and had some similarities? I remember an old saying: All good things must come to an end. The people I care about are those who are honest and perhaps very straightforward. Sometimes, I feel that I am choosing my friends. We give favors as well as help.
I have had some friends: because of some unexpected things, for various reasons. Everyone has their own choices and places to go. Everyone has their own aspirations. I have a friend who is now married. She's straightforward, she's sociable, and she's not calculative. She meets my personal requirements. Later, she contacted me and said,"Her wedding date is coming up.”"Is that person good to you?" I asked. "Okay," she cried. I said,"There aren't many good men left now. Since you've already suffered a lot, find a good man and marry him!"”Her mother was a disabled person and she had a younger sister at home. They did not have a healthy family, but they were as beautiful as a painting. A beauty was about to marry. She said she wanted me to be her bridesmaid, but for some reason, I declined after waiting for a long time. She said that she thought that I would accompany her as a member of her family, watch her be happy, and hand her hand over to the man she thought was a good man. I can't do it. He would visit her again if he had the chance! Before she got married, she said to me, I wanted to eat KFC, so I ran a little far away. When I saw her, she was still so straightforward. Perhaps this was the reason why I treated her as a friend! I don't need any use or hypocrisy in my life. I let her stay in my world. She was married. I went to another city. From then on, there was no news. I wonder if she's doing well now? And I'm also struggling in a brand new life. Friendship came quietly like the wind and left quietly, leaving behind a long memory, reminiscing the good times of the past.
I still have a friend. The reason why I like to be with him again is that she has a stable heart, which can calm an impetuous heart and make the environment peaceful. Society can find a place for the restless heart to have a better state of mind and a better attitude to face the world. In the end, she was the one who sent me away from school. It was the hottest time of the year.
I like real people, but I also like calm and straightforward people. I can avoid the mundane things and customs when I get along with them. We will meet many people and many things in our lives. Just like love, new and old, just like the person who taught you to dance might not accompany you to the end. Who makes friends? I think I made the right choice, at least at that time. At that time, we relied on each other and trusted each other. The wind passed through the seasons, and in the four seasons, friends came and went, leaving behind a lifetime of treasures like the waves washing away the sand.
It was a pearl that had been polished by sand. After seeing more scenery, one's heart would naturally understand. After seeing more stories, everything would naturally become clear.
In the Furnace of Life, one had to let nature take its course, and everything was 'free'. If one wanted too much, one would be burdened with fatigue and struggle in one's mind. Who was torturing whom?
Smoke once floated above the water, and the wind once passed through the seasons.
One day, when you admit that you are young, you only know a little. Was there still passion in his heart, and who could remain calm? After seeing the scenery and walking along the winding road, there would be many more sceneries on the road in the future. It was his duty to seriously manage his own life. The road was under his feet. How could he walk? We have the right to control the future. Life did not need to stop. Find yourself in the scenery. One day, he would really grow up.
If one looked at the scenery for a long time, who would still have a calm heart?
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