Missing is a method in the depths of the soul, always inadvertently, quietly climbed the eyebrow bend in the depths of Xiao Yue's soul. Perhaps, there is a kind of love in everyone's heart, strong or weak, not far away, but never forgotten; Perhaps there is a wound in everyone's heart, deep or shallow, looming, but it will always belong to the treasure. Long life, years of experience, come and go, penetrate this flashy world, leaving a patchwork of memories. When the old story is shattered and reunited in time, and I am lonely, can my heart find support again?
"Sleeping in the moonlight at night and smoking on Wangjiang", some thoughts are warm and soft on rebeccalu; "Rainy nights make autumn, just in my heart, teach him to cherish romantic love", and some are lingering in sorrow. ...
I still don't want to recall the past. Those memories, like my dream yesterday, are deposited in time, but they exude a touch of sadness, awakening many sleeping nights and melancholy exile nights. Repeated thoughts, lingering sadness, the charm of the night, drunk in the depths of my heart.
I wrote this passage and stroked the words lingering in my memory. Do you know how much sadness and helplessness these intermittent words carry? Do you know how long these various descriptions have been with me? Maybe you don't need to know all this, because you are very happy now. About memory, smile and smile; About longing, lush. Those ignorant feelings and lingering thoughts always cross the fence of years, look back with a smile and look at the lost time. The original precipitated memory will float in the caring heart, which is the beauty that I can't erase yesterday. The words I sent from afar only wish to bloom silently in your dreams like epiphyllum.
Now, the ferry of memory, only my scattered footprints, wandering on this messy road, no home. Perhaps, the coolness in the middle of the night is that I can't help falling in love with the tranquility, drinking lonely wine alone and letting my dreams blur my eyes. Who is drunk? Time has quietly passed through my fingers, but I am still wandering at the intersection, clinging to the tranquility that has long gone with you.
A few nights, I exiled myself to such music and washed my soul. Let this ethereal, distant and quiet extension, in infinite time and space, turn a thousand times. No one knows whether there is an afterlife or a soul. A dusty heart, like a closed door for a long time, was knocked open at a certain moment. Give time to forget everything that can't be forgotten. What is mature is the heart. Memories are often played back. Will the first good impression stay in your heart forever? From then on, it was branded in my heart. ...
Once that deep yearning and bitter waiting will blow gently like the autumn wind, that dignified attachment, the waiting of years and the kindness of years will disappear with this wind and rain in this season, and once that caring and lovesickness in the wind and rain will soon turn into wisps of light smoke and gradually disappear in my sight! Since you and I have no choice, let me watch you leave with tears and smiles. Now that fate is over and love is over, let's wave the hands we once shook and say goodbye to each other! Say goodbye! Let you and I turn around and stay in your memory forever. ......
Over the years, let yourself understand deeply. There are always stories that belong to the past, and there are always thoughts that rise with the wind. Many people, many things, have passed and left, so let it become a landscape. In the background of black and white life, draw an understanding and cherish a book, either quiet or indifferent. Learn shallow and learn heavy. Heart, only experienced, will be strong; Life will become heavy only if you endure it.