Way

Day to night, night to day......

Singing along the way, surging along the way

The grass is rattling on the side of the road

The branches swayed in the wind

The sun is setting, which means that it is going to be dark......

The sunset was golden and draped over me, and my hair fluttered in the breeze. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The finches have also returned home. Smoke rises in the distance. Far from the loneliness of the city in the twilight, silence is coming. The night was about to turn the day into darkness. The road in the distance will not be seen clearly.

The flowers on the side of the road swayed in the evening breeze. A few wisps of white clouds float in the air. The sand and gravel rustle under your feet. Aroma all the way. Mixed with the smell of mud. You come from afar. Passed by me. Words linger in my ears.

Is it just to see the scenery when you are alone on this road?

Stop-and-go, humming a little tune. It can't be heard. Years later, when I returned to the original point, I still clung to it. The road at that time, the mood at that time, was incomprehensible.

Along the way, dusk went down, and the evening breeze ruffled my hair. The same song is being sung in my ear.

A person walks on the road ahead, passers-by are in a hurry, they are all in a hurry, where are they going-

Spirits and rhinos move. There is a jungle in front of you. You're going to get lost. The creatures who came home returned to their jungle, hid their fears on the path, and walked on the path home. The sunset cloak me overcame me, and the night enveloped me tightly. I breathed a little for fear of frightening the surroundings, and thought to myself, don't follow me, devils. Angels are coming to me and walking with me. Yue'er bent up the treetops and hung gently in the sky. Tender yellow and tender yellow. One point, two o'clock, shining with golden light, it was the starry eyes that winked at me again.

The wind blows through the rice fields with the sound of the night breeze. There was silence around the city. The river flows quietly, and the river of years, how many years have passed, the past is no longer clear. Who remembers the people who walked on that little bridge. The people who waited for it are long gone.

On one side is the hustle and bustle of the city, and on the other side is the lonely silence. ．．．．．

Gently is my footsteps, walking through the steps of the world. in a pluralistic space. The second crossing, the pace is tight. Just to take a look, the most beautiful scenery in the world.

A lifetime of wrong love, a lifetime of chasing. A lifetime of companionship, a lifetime of love.

Heavenly cliffs and capes, heaven and earth. Heaven is on each side, and God rewards it.

It's as if this world has never been there.

From time to time, passers-by are in a hurry, and occasionally one or two voices accompany each other, asking, is the night cold? Is it dark at night?

The water of the small river flows quietly under this moonlit night. Traces of the years flowed. Speckle spots. From the trickle to the dry, the cracks are a little bit, after the rain, the drizzle continues, I don't know that day, the leylines begin, cracks, it becomes a real river, flowing for many years, whether it still remembers, accompanied its life. Does it remember that time, it nurtured life? For thousands of years, does it still remember, for this dear, a thousand hearts. Billions of years of waiting. Silence in the dark. Bitter companionship, a person's singing and laughing. The two of them are close to each other. When sinking to the bottom of the sea, whether it becomes eternal. What a love of life and death!

Ten thousand years later, someone found them. Whether they are still together or not, only to take a stone tablet that remembers ten thousand. Large, deeply carved in stone.

The city is full of colors and streamers. Singing and dancing slowly. Brightly lit. Whether, still, is the world of pathos.

In this world of rigid cement, it is the happiness that people create for themselves.

One side is prosperous, the other side is lonely, one side is real, and the other side is illusory.

One side sings, one side chirps, one side neon, one side is in the water.

Take a look, this lonely pitch black, looking up at the starry sky, full of eyes. That one is you, and that one is me. And him, and her, that one is our future.

Meteors streak across the sky, and I have been in the sky and on earth for hundreds of millions of years.

Life is lost at the moment. Can you stay a little longer? Take a look at this bustling night. This lonely jungle.

The one that passed by in a hurry. Sincere feelings.

Intentionally, unintentionally, intentionally, unintentionally, who will complain.

Don't wait for you to come back, don't wait for you to think about it. Too late, too late. Savoring the unbearable pain, I vaguely don't know why it's just a little bit of pain. Why the tears don't stop, why, the tears stain the towel, why, sad, why, the pain doesn't stop.

Because of attachment, because of affection, because of intention, because of love in this life.

The night is getting darker and darker, the wind is tired, and the fallen leaves that hit the ground are originally in high places, but after that, they have no choice but to end their own life journey, and return to the embrace of the earth. Not even the voice of discernment. The yellowing of the dust shrank by the trench and remained by the dark well. There is no voice, no tears, no laughter, no defense, because it is powerless, because it is in fate.

What is the night talking about———

Hurry, hurry, hurry. I can't see clearly, I only hear it. Songs and laughter in my heart. There are tears, coming and going. Who accompanied who went on a ride.

After death, we will know what happened before death.

No one can escape. The battle of the mundane.

Vaguely, it's good to have you.

Too much, too much. Inadvertently missed it.

Those who were once inadvertent.

Inadvertent sparks, inadvertent sadness.

It's too late to reminisce, a hundred flavors.

In an instant—the aftermath lingered, and the green silk turned gray—

The days we used to walk together. Keep it in mind. The resentment is all over.

Excuse me.

Forgive us for our ignorance and ignorance

The cold night, the cold wind, swept across the face. It's cold, but it's going to pass soon. After walking for a while, the sky is about to dawn. Because only through the pains of the night can we see light and hope, and a newborn baby is coming.

Along the way, not lonely.

There is fear on the road at night. I have been injured and in pain, and there are always people who accompany me and ask softly, with long words and long love words.

Man cannot be satisfied with everything,

Remember what you have done.

Think about those happy beautiful sunshine, and my heart is warm.

The road ahead may be slow, and I don't know when it will take. But, there is always hope.

Looking up at the sky, the fallen leaves streaked by. The starry eyes are all over the eyes, and we will forge ahead together along the way.

On a cold night, it seems to be getting warmer.

A pair of big strong hands, holding the direction I was heading. Hand in hand, we walked through this harsh winter night.

It was almost dawn, and he walked alone on this path. Ahead is a warm home. That's where I'm going. That's the goal. It's the paradise of dreams.

There was someone who was always by my side, waiting for me there.

Perhaps, on the road ahead, I am alone.

The curtain is opened at night to see the rising sun.

From day to night, from night to day.

Along the way, there were occasionally two or three sounds.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the water, the sound of cordiality, the sound of greetings. ．．．．．．

2012－11－18