Willow shore fog lock building, alley mouth misty rain as before. Time used tenderness to condense the green waves. Fleeting years, always at the ferry in the mid-autumn of August, swaying the season's romantic.
The red flowers on the road have been ruined, and the gas of the office has not subsided. The autumn breeze was cool and the night was cold. The moon was cold and the tears still wet my clothes. The dewdrops on the back of her hand branded the vicissitudes of the season in her heart. Was it the sorrow of time or the desolation of time? Why is there only a hypothesis in the plain paper of life's emotions, and no definite intention? Did everything have to be set up with an 'if'? And there would never be one that could truly hold the true feelings of a short dream. An unpunctuated 'though' had once nourished one's heart. However, a 'but' wiped away the dreamy tears.
I want to hold your hand and not let your feelings drift with the cool autumn wind. At the crossroads where their hearts intersected, misunderstandings would always make people miss each other, leaving a faint feeling of sorrow in their hearts. I wanted to turn my head and look back at your loving eyes. But when I turned around, I found that the clear waves in your eyes were paying attention to the white clouds in the sky. You made a beautiful jump, but I couldn't touch your fingertips. Instead, I let my dirty feelings slip through my fingers.
In the long pavilion on the road, the sound of flute is long. The falling leaves that occasionally rolled seemed to want to make you stay in your dreams for a short time. The lotus flower, which was a little tired, hid its thoughts in the water. The radiance of the bright moon poured out a lifetime of love, making me want to hold your hand, so that the passion in my heart would no longer drift with the flow. The original intention of handing over the gift, along with the mournful cries of the South Returning Goose Array, was written between the lines with tears of sorrow, and there was no heart to retain it. Imprint your thoughts on the stamen, dissolve your thoughts in the waves, entrust your ties to the white clouds, and throw your regrets to the crescent moon. Let the moonlight shine on the muddy tears. Let the fleeting thoughts go back to their dreams.
Who is at the entrance of the lane of emotion, making the mountains droop their brows? Who under the cross of Jesus could make a restless heart no longer repent? Who could make a heart that had withered for a long time wipe away the sorrow of regret? Who would be willing to give up everything to fight for God for a short pause? If God could really set a pause for emotions, I would like to hold the Bible every day in my next life and pray all the time for the good ending of emotions. This pause was set for God, and he would live a life without regrets.
I want to hold your hand and cover the wound of Yearning. I want to hold your hand and let my heart comfort your heart. The blood that seeped out because of sadness would no longer drip, and there would no longer be endless regret permeating. Only a calm heart was beating, beating with a steady rhythm.
I want to hold your hand and write a legend with my heart. I want to be immersed in the splendor of the colorful clouds, I want to pick up the temptation of the mirage, I want to hold the emotions of the moonlight, and write the oath that I won't grow old until you come. I've waited for you with time. Can you return my wish? Let the longing spread, no longer use helplessness to render. Let the bamboo rhyme flow with the elegant demeanour of emotion, let the starlight flash with the romance of late night, let the fragrance of flowers enshroud the softness of the season, let the moon narrate the illusion of promises.
I want to hold your hand. I'm willing to wait for you for the rest of my life. I won't grow old until you come. The flute on the street, is it still melodious? The evening breeze that gradually lost its fragrance, was it still blowing the smoke willows by the shore? At the entrance of the lane of emotion, is there anyone who is writing the sorrow of parting with painstaking effort? Under the red umbrella at the bridgehead, would there still be someone bidding farewell to the heart that could not stay, and singing,"Old friends bid farewell to Yellow Crane Tower in the west, fireworks in March in Yangzhou"?
I want to hold your hand and continue to write my heart's sorrow with waiting. Even if time would not turn back, even if time would not stop. Even though I know very well that you, who left with a smile, will be everything in other people's hearts, I still don't want to let go of my hand. Tears fell from her heart, and blood begged in her tears. I'll wait for you with my true feelings. Can you repay me with a sweet smile and an affectionate look back? I don't wish for a long time. I hope your tears can let me read a little bit of comfort, a little bit of dying.
Would the morning fog be willing to make a wish for the wind, and would the white clouds be able to make a short stop for the flowing water?
I want to hold your hand, so that my dreams will no longer have worries. I wish to make a joss stick in front of the Buddha and hope that the Buddha will return my wish. Thousands of generations can cross the river together, thousands of generations can sleep together. I know that Bodhi is not a tree, and a mirror is not a platform. Why don't you give up your worldly affairs early and wipe them away frequently and sweep away the dust every day? If he had made a decision in his heart, he would have abandoned a lost cause outside his heart. He knew that no one was the only one in this world, but why should he always let a person lose himself? The hand that they held today, would they continue to linger tomorrow? If you give up on me today, will you have a new obsession tomorrow? It was so sad and miserable. He didn't know if the bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival was also feeling a kind of unbearable giving up in his heart. When will we see each other with tears in our eyes? Only then will the sadness in our eyes be reduced.
Ink painting painted the misty rain of Jiangnan, fine brush painting the Gobi desert. In the water town of Jiangnan, was that wisp of smoke still determined to tell the story? The long river of the desert, whether it was still dyeing the afterglow of the setting sun red, continued to be magnificent and beautiful. The deep feelings of the world flowed out from the heart, continued by the tie, and evoked resonance by the hand. Just like the vegetation in the Mid-Autumn Festival, it would eventually dye the lake green. Holding your hand, I want to conclude fate, and from now on we will be old together. Holding your hand, I want to have a request. When your long hair reaches your waist and my beard turns white, I will personally tie your long hair up and put on your wedding dress. On that sacred red carpet, only you and I will walk through a wonderful moment.
Your beautiful body shape jumped, but I didn't see the autumn eyes of the fireflies, nor did I see the hand you stretched out that I wanted to hold even in my dreams. Just as my eyes blurred with tears, your gradually elongated figure disappeared at the other end of the alley. The small boat in the emotional harbor could only accommodate a lonely heart and make a melancholic sigh. He didn't want to relive the sleepless night, nor did he want to appreciate the lights in the distance. The colorful neon lights were just decorating the clear night sky for others.
The mid-autumn afternoon heat, is it still trying to arouse my nostalgia for passion? The cool breeze of the Mid-Autumn Festival, does it want to erase that faint sadness for me? The dewdrops on the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival were shockingly cold. I don't know if he wants to wake me up so that I won't continue to sink into a daze.
Under the cross, in front of the Buddha statue. I also sincerely made another wish. I didn't want to use my next life as a bet, nor did I want to use my previous life as redemption. I just want to get a satisfactory answer from both Jesus and Buddha. Why did human emotions only have stable, fast-forward, and fast-backward? Why not set a pause button for emotions? Even if this pause was only for a short moment. It also gave me a chance to savor, appreciate, chew, and swallow carefully. So that I won't have any more regrets in the future. It can also allow me to merge all my assumptions into a dream, so that my painful heart will no longer spasm.
People always kept the good things by their side for a long time, and they were always unwilling to make long-term nostalgia for the pain in the distance. Although the yearning for beauty was gratifying, the painful memories always stirred up waves in people's hearts. The couple opposite them had finally divorced. Moreover, the woman had moved away and left the house to the man. It was as if the man had won and the woman had lost. It was said that when this man divorced his ex-wife, it lasted for one or two years. The process of divorcing his current wife lasted for three to four years. They had only been married for eleven years, and they had been divorced for five or six years. Coupled with the unstable days, they had basically been happy for only three years, and unhappy for eight or nine years. From the looks of it, there was no defeat or victory for both sides. Such an ending and such a process was not an ideal ending for anyone. No matter who it was, in the face of such a thing, they could only remain in a relatively awkward and helpless state of mind to retain their heartache. Moreover, the man opposite never seemed to realize his mistake. Instead, he exaggerated too much of the plot to others. "Of course, he doesn't talk to me much. He talks to Lan Lin more about his feelings. On this day, Lan Lin and I were walking on the street after dinner when we happened to bump into each other. I originally wanted to greet him politely, but who knew that this greeting would give me a headache. He saw that the brother opposite him was talking endlessly. He was already foaming at the mouth, but he had no intention of stopping.
He said to the door elder brother,"Aiya! Look, we're opposite each other. I don't even want to tell you! They were finally divorced. Divorce could be considered a release. These few years, was this how people lived? That woman? It was really f * cking hard to find. She did nothing all day long, as if gambling was her profession. 24 hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, she spends almost all her time in the mahjong hall. Have you ever seen such a woman?”I smiled faintly and said,"Big brother!" It's hard for an honest official to decide on family matters. I don't want to express my opinion on your matters. However, I always thought that divorce was not a matter of one person. There was no winner in the divorce. It seemed that both parties were losers. Regardless of the reason and purpose of the two parties in the marriage, no one could deny that the first thing that was announced to each other was the failure of love. Because, besides taking away their own things, they left a kind of hatred and disgust in each other's hearts, right?”He said to the big brother opposite the door,"Wang Bin! You don't understand. You've never lived with this woman. If you lived for a day, you would know that she was not a f * cking human.”I smiled and said,"Big brother, have you ever tasted happiness in marriage?"”"If you say you don't, it's a lie." If there was, it was not much. Just say my ex!" The man across the street pouted his lips as he spoke, meaning to point at the woman of the man and woman who were setting up a stall by the roadside. "I only felt a period of happiness when I first got married to her. Because I had just gotten married at that time and didn't have any hobbies. Other than working, I just wanted to earn more money. In the winter, I even contracted a boiler to heat a building because I was a boiler worker. Xia Tian was not idle either. I'm not as capable as you cultured people. I only know how to show off my strength. He worked at the construction site, moving bricks and shoveling mud. Although it was a little tiring, it was very profitable. At that time, although it was a little bitter and tiring, he felt at ease and quite happy. However, my wife gave birth to a child. When I was taking care of the child, I was probably in a hurry and couldn't care about me, so I became addicted to mahjong. "In the end, ever since I became addicted to mahjong, although my life was no longer monotonous and had fun, I didn't have time to take care of my family. Who knew that mahjong would have such magical powers? In the beginning, he thought that since winning money was so easy, who the f * ck would work so hard at work! However, there was no general on the mahjong table. Later, when he lost money, he thought of ways to borrow money to fool his wife. After that, he stole his wife's money. After a while, they started to quarrel. As they argued, they felt that there was no point in living together anymore. She proposed a divorce, and she happily divorced me. The child doesn't want to follow me either. Maybe he doesn't have any feelings for me. That's because I only play mahjong at work and rarely go home. The child was also taken away. Look at how the couple is living now, and look at how the two of us are living now. No one could live with such a woman!”I also used my mouth to point at the two stall owners and said,"What do you think that man is doing? He's living a down-to-earth life, but what about you? You always fantasize about miracles.”He said to the door elder brother,"Aiya! Brother Wang Bin, you know me too well. Let me tell you, I threw away nearly 60,000 yuan on the mahjong table. I have to get it back! Otherwise, I won't give up! Think about it, 60,000! If I only rely on working hours, how can I earn it back? Mahjong is fast! I came back after a few rounds." Lan Lin smiled when she heard this.”When the big brother opposite heard Lan Lin's words, he said,"In the past few years, it was easier to get back if you threw less of it. In the past few years, not only did he not get it back, but he also did not know why his luck was so bad. Not only did he not get it back, but he also threw in more than 30,000 yuan. He still had to earn it for a few more years.”
When I got home, Lan Lin asked me,"I saw the street vendor today and heard the words of the big brother opposite. What do you think?"”I said," I don't have any feelings. I just feel that since God created humans, why didn't he set a pause button for emotions? If God had set a pause button for emotions, when people felt that life was happy, they would pause it with a bang and let time stop at this moment forever. How many detours would it make people take less and how many regrets would it make people less regretful?”Lan Lin smiled and said,"You're even more delusional than the big brother opposite!" The big brother across the street always fantasized about winning every gamble. If he won back his money at the mahjong table, he would look for a chance to make a fortune at the mahjong table. That was taking the wrong path. What about you? You're delusional." Lan Lin picked up the teacup and brewed a cup of tea. Then, she continued,"Actually, if a person wants to pursue happiness, it's not only God who sets a pause button for your feelings that you will have eternal happiness. You just need to learn to experience it when you feel happy. What did you do to make you feel happy? When you feel pain, you have to reflect on why you feel pain. What is the source of the pain? What have you done? That's why you feel pain? You should try to do what makes you feel happy instead of blaming others. If you think that all your pain is caused by others, then you are wrong. Just like the big brother across the street, she felt happy for a while. Moreover, he felt happy even though he was a little bitter and tired. It was because his ex-wife, who was also the woman who set up the stall, was a dutiful person. It was because of his own bad habits that caused her pain and made her leave him. He should have reflected, but he didn't. Instead, he regrouped with a person who had the same bad habits as him. Do you think this family will be happy? Look at the two people who set up the stall. They work at my place for a day. The two of them earned a lot! They were honest and hardworking. That month, the two of them added up to tens of thousands. However, look at them. You dote on me, and I dote on you. It was late at night, and he still had to set up a stall. It was better to earn as much as he could than stay here. Why would he be tired? That was because she was a burden to the two children. However, the two of them did not blame each other. Instead, they felt that they should contribute to this family and fight for the sake of each other's children. How could they not be happy? As for the couple opposite? Everyone felt that it was unfair to give up a little more for this family. Therefore, they always thought that the other party owed them too much and lost that common base point. Therefore, happiness would be further and further away from them. Have you seen the big brother opposite? Now, if you wanted him to do something else, he wouldn't be in the mood. Because, in his heart, he always thought that only gambling could make up for his losses. He denied all other ways. He would not think that when he felt happy, it was when he worked day and night. If he had thought about it, perhaps his future wife would not have left him. Perhaps his actions could influence and influence that woman, and make her return to the right track. However, he didn't reflect on himself. That woman was also a little selfish. Neither of them thought about their own mistakes. Instead, they kept thinking about each other's mistakes. As time passed, the rift between the two of them only grew bigger and bigger. It was so big that one day, there was no way to make up for it and they could only break up again.”When I heard this, I nodded and said," That makes sense. Happiness and misfortune are caused by individuals.”Lan Lin nodded and continued," Happiness and unhappiness are all feelings in one's heart. Some people feel that doing something for others is happiness. Some people felt that it was a blessing to bask in someone else's light today. Some people would feel happy when they saw the smiling faces of their whole family because of their own efforts. Some people would feel happy because their whole family was running around and worrying about their own happiness. Happiness was vastly different, and so were the views of happiness. However, one thing must not be forgotten. The pursuit of happiness should not hurt other people's self-esteem and happiness. If your happiness hurts someone else's self-esteem and happiness, then your happiness won't last long. This was an eternal truth.”Lan Lin took a sip of tea and continued,"If you don't believe me, Doggy, you can think about it. It was as small as a family. For example, his ex-boyfriend had hurt someone else's self-esteem and happiness, and he had left him. What about his successor? They were hurting their own self-esteem and happiness, so in the end, the two of them had to go their separate ways. When you get to a unit, let's talk about your old classmate, Boss Wei! Back then, he and Xiao Lan had hurt his wife in pursuit of happiness. However, his happiness did not last long. In the end, Xiao Lan left him again. However, your old classmate is a smart person, unlike the big brother opposite him. Your old classmate knows how to reflect on himself, knows that he is wrong, and immediately recovers to his original state. Therefore, even if his actions could not influence his wife, they could at least influence his children. As long as the child was involved, his wife would forgive him sooner or later. As big as a country, you must have seen Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty! In order to pursue personal happiness, he put the world in deep water. What was the result? A dignified emperor of a generation would only end up being betrayed by his loved ones, and his reputation would be ruined.”
There weren't many ifs, assumptions, or even ifs in this world. There were too many reasons in the world that needed to be explained and explained. There was no need for people to find any excuses or reasons for their mistakes. That would only be counterproductive. There was no need to attribute his mistakes to others. That would only leave more jokes in the world.
The Chinese parasol tree was also willing to let the moonlight have the colorful colors of neon, but the colors of neon were too dreamy. The cold moonlight, although lacking the colorful neon lights, made Wu Tong feel at ease. Only by keeping a stable bottom line in his heart could he make the cold moonlight warm through his heart. The peace of the night was because of the tranquil moonlight and the wish of Wutong.
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