2013-2-1400:16

The holiday seems to have been for a while, some are not used to it, it is very regular when I go to work, there is no morning when I have a holiday, I sat at home for a few days, the weather is very good today, out of the sun, there is no haze, and my sister went to see a movie, 4 movie tickets, I watched two shows in a row, I hope that the seat next to me is not my second sister, but a lovely girl. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The first movie is Journey to the West, I didn't have any expectations, but after watching it, I felt very good, quite funny, especially the part where the neck spurted blood, there was a sense of nonsensical humor, but the beginning was a bit like a horror movie, a water monster in a river, just to scare people like us with deep-water phobia. The second scene is 007, a standard Hollywood film industry work, one of which was filmed in Lujiazui, Shanghai, and I went there not long ago, and it doesn't feel as beautiful as in the movie, maybe it's the difference between laymen and professional photographers like me, they can always find the most beautiful angle.

It was already evening when we came out of the cinema and we went to look for the metro station and it was a bit cold outside. I saw a boy and a girl holding hands into the cinema to watch a movie, intimate and sweet, I also watched a movie with my beloved girl in college, but after watching it, it was over, and now there is no contact, we were strangers at the beginning, and now we are still strangers, only one more process of acquaintance, love and forget, this kind of thing is very helpless, but it will continue to happen in the future, no matter how intimate, it will become strange in the end.

When I got home, I got on QQ, Xiangxiang sent me a message, she said she was married, I was stunned for a while, the world became so fast, we were still playing Sword Three together a few months ago, like we would always play, but only a few months later, I stopped playing, she also set a kiss, and the friends in the game haven't heard the sound for a long time, and I YY has uninstalled. In fact, I had already expected this outcome, but when this result actually came, I realized that I would still sigh, even if I expected it, like I knew that one day I would die, but when I died, it would definitely not be as easy as it is now. I heard that when people die, they will return to the light, and the important things in their lives will be repeated, so will the days when we play Sword Three reappear? It is not important in my whole long life? Life is too long, so many things, how many things are really important?

Thinking about it, I went into Jiansan and looked at it, I still have a batch of things that I haven't disposed of, and I decided to stay away from the game completely after dealing with it, I'm already very repulsive to this game, and every time I log in, I will think of those past things, but those who were once close are now accompanied by some strangers, just like Xiangxiang, she already has a relationship, this world is no longer familiar to me, that feeling is very uncomfortable, just like 007, the scenery of the year is no more, slowly aging in this changing world, can you say that the world is wrongNo, there's nothing wrong with them, it's just that you can't move forward with the times, you are nostalgic for your past time, and you refuse to accept this new world.

Thinking of the reason why I left Jian San, it was actually a trivial matter, just because Yueyue didn't accompany me to play the Fawang Cave that day, I felt that she didn't care about me anymore, the world had changed, so I didn't play this game anymore, if she accompanied me that day, maybe I wouldn't have left. It seems incredible, an inconsequential little thing, it can be so attentive, but after loving deeply, all small things will become big things, many times one of my decisions is decided by someone else's decision, which is doomed to self-defeat, no one wants to get along with someone like me, no matter how good-tempered people are, all patience will be consumed by me.

Many times I hate myself, why am I always nostalgic for the past time? I can't move forward with time, I am always one step slower than time, time is far away, and I still stay in place and look back.

A few days ago I dreamed, dreamed of my hometown, that small village called Shangzhangluan, I haven't been back for three years, I have been thinking about it in my dreams, I don't like Shanghai, the prosperity of Shanghai does not belong to me, but the simplicity of that small village belongs to me. I dreamed of the path behind our house, I dreamed that the afternoon sun was full of soft light, the world around me became the fantasy colors of the game, the trees outside the fence grew to a height of hundreds of meters, you couldn't see the overhead, the sun was shining down, the whole world had a little bit of hazy soft beauty, there was no noise around, it was so quiet that you wanted to sleep. But I knew it couldn't be like this, and the only thing I could do was put this picture in Photoshop, and it was the picture I dreamed of, but I could never get in.

I can't get rid of this problem, it has gone deep into the bone marrow and will accompany me all the way. It's 2013, next year is the Year of the Horse, my natal year, time flies so fast, this is the umpteenth time I've made such a feeling, but all the emotions are pale, the world will become faster and faster, if you don't pursue this girl today, she may be married to someone else tomorrow. I miss the time when I could always have a crush on someone, like junior high school and high school, whether you chase her or not, she will be there, the only change is that every semester she changes seats, she is a little closer or farther away from you, but no matter what, you can see her in the crowd as soon as you look up, she is writing notes with her head down, a strand of hair floating on her chest, the sound of the teacher's lecture in her ears, and the warm sunshine outside the window......

It's getting harder and harder for me to accept the world now, I've grown so big, I've seen enough of the prosperity of this world, I want to go to a simple place to rest for a while, not so much noise, not so many people. I used to think that those monks were ****, but now I know what those people think, because the world is too noisy.

But I can't escape from here now, I can only continue to run in this world in ignorance, looking back from time to time, but I can only see the haze of memory, and when I inhale it, it will torture my body and make me die slowly.

February was a funeral, and I died violently in my memory, and the murderer was you in the past.