Love and hate are like freehand landscape paintings

The breeze caressed the shadowy branches, and in the dark night, under the light of the moon, you could faintly see the treetops swaying in the distance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThis kind of poignant moment is always reminiscent of the past. But how much can a person recall? There are less things worth remembering, some are painful, and the other points may also disappear in the dust of history with the wind, and the past that no longer exists, why should we be nostalgic? What can I do with nostalgia, the bits and pieces of the past are still exciting, but the reality can only make people sigh.

"Yumu, you don't have to. Perhaps everything was predestined. Life is like a play, we just need to use everything to play a good self; Time is like chess, but we don't have the right to play, we can only be like a pawn, keep moving forward, never turn back, until we come to the end......"

"The pawns who can't turn back often sacrifice themselves before they can reach the end."

"If it's a pawn, it's just that, there is no way to regret, there is no choice, at least you won't lose yourself on the way forward. Isn't it nice to be a mediocre pawn sometimes? ”

"But you are a car that can go on a rampage, that can break all obstacles. However, when it comes to the final critical choice, you often have to sacrifice everything to protect Shuai, including yourself. Is that right? ”

"Does right or wrong still make sense? Abandon the car to protect the handsome, what a perfect chess game, I can only cooperate with the star. ”

Life is like chess, game life.

The vacancy of memories is just a storyline that has been cut out. Some are not being remembered, and some are not being mentioned. How many unchanging people and things have always hidden traces of that time in history and become untraceable. However, the world is not peaceful, and it always leaves a period of "how to understand the love word" in the world. To playfully watch the people being played with in the palm of your hand as a spectator, to quietly experience their love-hate intertwin, without any emotion or even a small bit of pity. However, the vulgar people who are running around in this vast land are willing to endure all the suffering and suffering, and they seem to be ridiculously tormented. With a heart that is close to despair, he longs for impossible hope, and would rather exchange everything for a current one. Is it ridiculous? However, without human beings with feelings, perhaps the world would not have so many bizarre and tragic stories, but it would not have vitality and meaning. The whole dead and silent world may be what we are today. Heaven and earth are the game, you and I are the sons, the remnants of this game, who knows when the winner will be divided.

"So it's either you're going to leave or I'm going to die, right?"

"Yumu, there are too many things in this world that can't help yourself. Who can control everything? ”

"Big brother, but ......"

"I know what you're trying to say, it's nothing. Now we are no longer the children of the past, and you are no longer the innocent and cute little fairy. How can I still be the little boy who will always be by your side? His eyes looked at the flickering evening light with deep eyes, "Now we are no longer each other when you were young, people will change." You've changed too, haven't you? Her Royal Highness the Princess. ”

"Princess...... Your Highness...... Your Highness!!! Yes, I am your noble princess, not the little girl you cared for back then. Today, we can't go back completely, right? Big! Elder brother! ”

"Yes."

Her Royal Highness the Princess, the eldest brother. Human beings are ridiculous.

"But...... Why are you so insistent on leaving? ”

"It's just my personal thoughts."

"Really...... Personal thoughts? ”

"I prefer the freshness of the mountains to the prosperity of the court. Didn't you always know about me? ”

"In pursuit of the so-called poetic?"

"You can understand it that way."

………………………………

"Big brother, do you remember this?" A long, narrow wooden box was held in her hand. The quaint wooden box does not seem to be very harmonious with this palace.

"Freehand landscape painting. This is a gift I gave you on your birthday. ”

"Yes, you gave me two paintings, and I keep them. This is a long time ago. She opened the wooden box and took out a scroll of paintings with a little age, "I have always kept it, I dare not throw it away, and I dare not hang it up." ”

She caressed the painting and did not unfold it. Looking at it, you know that it doesn't match this palace at all. Since it doesn't match, doesn't its existence seem special? At the same time, it is also redundant......

"If you want to stay, keep it. Although it is of no use to you now. ”

"Shouldn't you tell me to throw it away?"

"Hahaha, yes, whatever you want. Anyway, these things don't make much sense anymore, do they? ”

No one answered anything, only the wind and the leaves melted into the melancholy of the night, only the clouds obscured the night sky, and only the two people staring in the dim light.

When the past is indeed the past, what are we left of now? All of us are living through the past in order to make ridiculous memories, and how many people numb themselves with the beauty they once had? But no matter how one lives, the present will always be the past, and the future will be the same. So, all these memories are naturally imprinted in my heart, right? But isn't it ridiculous to start reminiscing before you have lived a few days? So isn't it even more ridiculous to live out memories for the sake of this joke? But people have become accustomed to it, and even regard it as real life. It's ridiculous, but it's often closer to the real self. So there is remembrance, a remembrance of what has passed. Whether it is a falling leaf or a bright moon, it has been written into the poems, accompanied by poetry that has been passed down through the ages in the hearts of sentimental people. In the course of the years, everything that has been experienced has the qualification to become a memory.

However, the better the memories, the more sentimental and poignant they are remembered. However, people are like this, they like to live in extreme emotions, either pain or happiness, and only these things that really touch the heart and enter the heart will be forever remembered and permanently exist in each other's memories. Passers-by can only be in a hurry, passing by your world, and losing the right to be remembered. The ups and downs of other people's emotions no longer have the slightest wave you make.

Therefore, in this person with complex feelings, there is no absolute concept of love and hate, because there are only these two kinds that can remain in the memory for a long time, and even they cannot distinguish between themselves. Just like in a picture, there are mountains and rivers to look beautiful and natural, so there are so many sentimental landscapes. After all......

Love and hate are like freehand landscape paintings.