Zheng Zifu, the first person on the list, said that it is better to let the past go with the wind

It's better to pick up a pen and go on a date with the past.

Because we're busy growing up, we're also busy discarding.

Learn and forget.

While it has not yet become a future

Fill your world with a little greenery. The cold wind and cold rain, the figures are in the west and east, last night suddenly returned to spring, how many flowers fall in the dream? Where to wake up today, the sky has no moon, the twilight is far away, and the sky is clear. The past is gone, a bottle of turbid wine, after the rain breaks, look at the Beidou. Qingshan Road, Gui Forest, the slanting sun is far away, looking at the sky and listening to the rain, the bright moon is clear and illusory. The flowing water is ruthless, there is no intention to sleep, no intention to wake up...... There is Chang Gung in the east, and Qiming in the west; how much hatred and how much residual affection. The soul of the countryside, the remembrance of the journey, the night is not young, the people are not sleeping. Chutian was lonely, full of cold leaves, and the cold water was heavy. I don't know where my home is, I'm still looking for my way home. The wind blows the flowers and the flowers are cold, and the memories have become hurt. Where are you, in whose dreams, thousands of miles away, thousands of miles away, thinking alone at night, looking up and cherishing spring. How many years of painstaking solitude, how many nights to listen to the wind and rain. At this time, the loneliness that follows you is suffocating. You don't know how deep the loneliness is, but you know how high the sky is, how wide the earth is, and how hard the sea is. In the past, a dream. The post road that I have walked all the way is full of love. Fate is like the sea breeze, blowing the boat of life and crossing the sea of time with twists and turns. In this life, it doesn't matter how much you owe you, and how much you owe to whom. There are many things in this world that we don't want to face, but we have to face them in the end, sooner or later, just the depth of pain, we are afraid of our own hearts, that after all, we will be surrounded by all kinds of scruples, slowly cocooning ourselves, and the price that needs to be paid with a clear conscience will sometimes exceed your imagination. I saw that the half-dead leaves were still swaying and panting on the branches, reflecting the gray sky, a cold wind, and a cold rain. Prosperity is the most charming, how many people, how haggard. The beauty is gone, how can it be pitiful, and there are many residual dreams. A person always has to walk a strange road, see strange scenery, and listen to strange songs. From being accustomed to loneliness, to being lonely, from pretending to be strong, to being really strong. We've long forgotten the years. Have you ever been awakened by a midnight dream, and then the sound of cold wind and cold rain filled the night, half-bent silver hook, even more desolate. Who has never been injured, time will heal him, but it will also leave scars, and the soul wrapped in the flesh can't withstand too much wind and frost. But how many tragedies have I seen in this life, and the tragedy is destined to be full of shame. There is never any happiness for no reason, just like when we have good memories, tears always wet the corners of our eyes. How many people, how many things, the years blurred the vision, we each went our own way, went to the end of the world with the wind, faced the cold wind and cold rain, and there was no more beginning. How much floating world is happy, cool and cold, but it is cold. Those who are empty-eyed are not necessarily inferior

Those who have no heart and no lungs may not be sad

Those who sigh may not be greedy for joy

Those who are calculating may not be unkind

So, just pick what you like, just like what you like, and people will forget what you said

will forget what you have done

But there is one thing that they will never forget

That's how you used to feel for them

The past is vaguely like a dream, and it all comes to my heart with the wind and rain. In my dream, I wanted to round my memory, but now that I wake up, there is still nothing, and I am still just an empty heart. Sleepless people in the lonely night, a glass of cold wine, half a sad song, listening to the sound of the wind and rain, not knowing where the soul returns, the cold wind and cold rain. Zheng Zifu, the first person on the list, said that he was tired of exploring the universe, how could he have time to hide himself, live in the world of routines, keep his inner peace, and sincerely wish everyone happiness and hope that he is happy. How many pairs of eyes have been lost in this earthly world

Walked by, gently without a trace

Alive, silently waiting for long-term affection

Several ups and downs, dyed with a few smoke and rain

In how much dust, it was stained with red dust

Enjoy the blossoms and fall, and watch the clouds roll up

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons are different

The floating world is happy, but it is a strange way

They all say that they want to hold the hand of their son

How do you know if life and death are the right thing to do, or if you have forgotten something

I'm afraid that this is a child's heart

Crossing a few times is reincarnated

Also shackled

Cast in a cage by thought

Thrown into the abyss

A few wind flowers, a few snow moons

Covered in twilight

It still looks like a teenager

A pot of turbid wine, two lines of long tears

How to be a wanderer

Then there is a turning back to the shore

It's just rain in the wind

Or blowing in the rain

I want to think that if life is only as first seen,

But God doesn't follow people's wishes,

It's not called the years to smooth the fetters

Time has changed the face

The past has eroded bones into sand

Gone with the wind became a myth

I looked at the starry sky overhead

In the end, it is still a sad fan of autumn wind

The Buddha said that everything is illusory

The Buddha said that he looked back at his previous life five hundred times

- A quick glimpse of this life

Dust is not the original dust, how can there be dust

I have stripped my heart of mind,

Where is the dust?

We live in regret,

Where can there be joy without regrets?

Just one step is the end of the world

A glance is the vicissitudes of life

We should have known the end a long time ago

But there is still so much reluctance

It's not speechless, it's not powerless

It's just that I can't do without this red dust

You can't get out of this dazzling fireworks

It's like a fish can't live without water

There is a deep attachment.... I always thought that I had passed the age of melancholy

I always thought that the sensational words were nothing more than innocent moans

I always think that if I see through the warmth and coldness of people, there will be no waves in the ancient well

It turns out that when others don't understand themselves, they don't necessarily understand

First love, confession, persistence, warmth, quarrels, letting go, nostalgia,

As long as it's you at the end, that's fine.. I want someone like you

Like a refreshing mountain breeze

Such as the warm light of the ancient city

From early morning to night

From the mountains to the study

Everything doesn't matter

As long as it is you in the end, count the raindrops in front of the window, count the fallen leaves in front of the door,

The evening wind turned into a whisper sentence by sentence:

Gathering is also dependent, and scattering is also dependent.

Listen to the breath of the waves, listen to the soft cry of the cuckoo,

The morning breeze turned into a whisper one by one:

The soul also depends, and so does the dream. ”

"I have also counted the raindrops in front of the window, and I have counted the fallen leaves in front of the door, and I can't count them, and I can't count the trajectory of love:

Gathering is also dependent, and scattering is also dependent.

I have also listened to the breath of the waves, and I have heard the soft cry of the cuckoo, I can't hear clearly, what I can't hear clearly is the whisper of love:

The soul also depends, and so does the dream.

I also asked about the news of flowing water, and I also asked where Baiyun went, but I couldn't ask clearly, what I couldn't ask was the emotion of love:

See it, don't follow it!

………………”

"Depend on it, follow it, follow it and follow it, the past is gone!

Don't close the door of your heart tightly,

Sing and laugh without hesitation!"

"Don't let me be so frightened that you'll leave quietly,

Don't ask me why, suddenly lost myself!

Don't make me so flustered that you'll disappear suddenly,

Tell me what I can do to wipe my sorrow off your face............"

"Why don't you look back and smile,

Let all your worries slip away? Why don't you stop?

Let my song keep you.................."

"I also asked about the news of flowing water, and I also asked where Baiyun went,

I can't ask, what I can't ask is the emotion of love,

"You burn, I accompany you to burn to ashes, you extinguish, I accompany you to fall into the dust, you are born, I accompany you to hike the sea of people, you are silent, I accompany you to say nothing, you laugh, I accompany you to the mountains and tsunamis, you are aging, you accompany you to be devastated, you escape, I accompany you to hide in the night, you leave, I can only wait; Drawing book, every day there is a name painted in a ballpoint pen into a blue register, a gum wrapper that is flattened by a pillow, a hemp ball and soy milk sent by the school flower trustee, and a stack of phone cards in a drawer...... There is a story in every memory, and suddenly I remember my past, as if it was a blank, have I ever had amnesia...... At the end of this chapter, thank you for supporting Baidu Zheng Zifu, the first person on the list.