The beauty condensed in time always disappears in an instant, as if erasing the beginning of a new life, bringing distant and irreproducible thoughts, so, I don't know from which time, from that place, meet, bump into a hurried and unexpected encounter. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this world, I am always lonely and displaced, recalling the people and things that have gone through a hundred times, one sad and one sad, so I don't know from which time, I am used to being alone in the dark and sad, like a wisp of duckweed in the wind, floating around with the encounter, unable to find a distant place to live.

Occasionally, I think of the street in my memory, and I always have a delicate beauty in the aftertaste, the low old houses that have infiltrated the vicissitudes of several generations, the dead trees that have experienced many Cangzhou, under the refraction of the falling sunset, there is a kind of magnificence in the simplicity that seems to be a world away, as if to tell the story of this thousands of circulation.

It was probably the most beautiful scene I had ever seen, but unfortunately, at that time, that street could only exist in silhouette forever, because no matter how beautiful things were, they could not resist the rapid change.

Human beings are destined to be good at forgetting, they cannot cling to the same situation all their lives without stimulation, just like this complex world, there are countless things that happen every day, but very few can be remembered, so many of the present have become the past, and many of the past have become memories.

Therefore, we will eventually grow up, but when we grow up, we will forget a lot, for example, when we were children, we were very boring and boring in our eyes, from the era of the little bully to the new computer technology today, from having many actual friends to virtual peers on the Internet.

I don't yearn for loneliness, but sometimes it's easy to be alone, sitting alone in front of the bed every day, staring stupidly at the moon outside the window, the silver-white light pouring on the floor, the cold and a biting, some overwhelmed, we have never felt our existence so truly.

A lot of old friends have disappeared in the old days, because in this new era of Internet popularization, there are a few people who can really retain that innocence, and can only go to the smile to welcome the new social software, unreal games, and things we think are more interesting than jumping squares and eagles and catching chickens.

I remember what our homeroom teacher said, since you have no ability to change this complex society, then you can only accept being changed by this society.

As a result, we all become products of this social change.

The glitz of the world reflects the time of drunkenness, burying the past, the vague smile is still vivid, recalling the past, who left a touch of warm past on the other side of the years.

Those friends who used to be close friends can now only talk to you on social media about inconsequential cold topics, and we are not only separated by the distance of the map, but also by the distance of the heart.

However, you have your like-minded new friends, and I also have like-minded partners, even if we meet again, with a transparent iron window in between, we can't go back to the unrestrained nature of the past, and all that remains is the strangeness of being exploited by time.

I often wonder why fairytale love is so desirable, because it is the beauty composed of the most touching yearning in people's hearts, it can only exist in fantasy, it is a dream that cannot be chased, so there are so many people who pursue fairy tales.

It's a pity that we can never live in fantasy, the dreamy crystal castle, the same happiness and selfishness, in reality, will never appear.

Human beings are good at weaving one illusory beautiful story after another, but what they experience is the joys and sorrows that run counter to the story, and the pain is heart-wrenching, and they can't get rid of it, they can only be forced to accept it, so they will write down the crystal beauty that has been milled by suffering in these ups and downs.

This world always makes us helpless.

Friends who grew up with a child will silence you at some point, and gradually fade away the joy of meeting, and look at him with a smile and say something you haven't even heard.

Or on a certain street, meet the person you once had a crush on, obviously thinking about how to greet her later, and then get more attention from her, but really at the last moment you are discouraged, and you regret passing by.

However, on the other hand, those friends who have been reunited for a long time have not become strangers to each other because of the change of time, and they are still chatting, as in the past, or long-distance couples, their perfect reality of tens of thousands of miles into a few centimeters on the map, with those few centimeters of distance looking forward to the future meeting.

We always have to be blown by the cold wind in this complicated world, only to know that we are so simple, everything in this world is far from being as simple as we imagined, and when we see some people getting happiness and help, we naively think that it is as beautiful as we see.

There was a time when I very much wanted everyone to show their true selves, laugh when they were happy, cry when they were unhappy, live a casual and peaceful life, and sleep until they woke up naturally every day.

It's not that you obviously don't like someone but you have to pretend to be intimate, and you obviously don't like a novel but you talk cajoling words in the book review area.

Let everything be natural, let everyone take off the mask of falsehood.