Chapter 297: It's Time to Die (5)

Life is exquisite, as fine as a glittering particle. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info but for the future, we have lost the algorithm. Maybe we were perfect when we first came into the world. Life is pure, and because there is nothing, it is perfect because of it. People grow up because they endure hardships. It is no longer milk that feeds life, but pain and suffering. When giving and rewarding reality and dreams are disproportionate, life begins to feel hurt.

To live is to be wounded.

If you are injured, you will have a wound, and if you have a wound, you will lose something. Life, thus mutilated.

As old as a person lives, he is as mutilated as he is.

These wounds, these loopholes, flow joy and tears outward, and pain and sorrow pour inward

People who love life, why do you wander around? Because you are being chased everywhere by fate. When you believe that what you have lost can be returned, then you are already living in the next samsara.

Suppose God gave 100 percent to everyone in the beginning, missed some of it, lost some of it, wasted some of it, and discarded some of it, how many percent would you have left?

The world is very sharp, and the affection is very sharp. To be alive is to grind life all the time. Joy and happiness will flow out of the hole, and there will be wind and rain and sorrow poured into life at the same time.

I always think that it is a spiritual stubborn stone left by Nuwa to mend the sky, and it has not been used by Nuwa, not abandoned, but retained.

In this life, who did Nuwa leave me to in the world?

Breaking is undoubtedly a crack. Pain is necessarily weakness. Grief is definitely a loophole. After living for so many years, I finally figured out: life is a funnel.

Happiness needs to grow old together. Happiness also requires heart-to-heart thinking. The dreams of humanity, the desires of the heart. Life is no longer simple, and people have begun to transition their lives in an extremely complicated way. When the world of the two people cannot be perfectly interpreted, they will naturally introduce and absorb new ingredients. The loved one is tired of the dullness and wandering, and struggles with grief and loss. The infatuated person clutched his illness and hung on his lonely sail. The hymn-like whistle of the oath was quietly extinguished. I think there will be many lonely souls sitting in the boat under the moonlit night in this life.

Human nature is thin, even naked. So life is cold. When the season of longing is coming, life is full of wind.

Water is needed in the wasteland. Islands are needed in the waters. Rockeries are needed in the garden. The rockery needs the interest of real scenery. When life becomes a colander, it is very difficult for me to tell you. Feeble. There are so many loopholes in life and the world has its mouth wide open, swallowing everything and metabolizing everything.

Life is not a never-ending circulating water. Flowed away, however, did not return. The wandering mind, life, will inadvertently intrude into anyone's emotional territory. Every scenery is bizarre. In this world, everyone you meet unexpectedly is useful to you.

There is no one who should not love. Only who deserves to love more.

When I was in charge of your love and happiness in this life. I dare not fail in my duties. Tonight, or tomorrow, how I want to see through it, so longing for you to be happy at the post.

In this life, I think we will definitely meet in a beautiful painting. According to the agreed way of meeting in the previous life. Happiness has actually been to many places. Deeply taste the joys and sorrows of love. In this life, please cry and give away the last rose in your hand. Life isn't beautiful all the time. Not every day is love.

Life needs applause. The stage of life needs to be exciting. A passionate performance needs to be opulent and luxurious. There must be no loopholes in your life. Please plant roses in the wound. In this life, put me on top of your life. I am a brocade, you can embroider into a peony. I am a jadeite that you can inlay into gold and jade.

It seems that happiness is very deep. When scars bloom, it's because the flowering season is coming.

The colors are bright, and the flowers are rich. Almost perfect.

I held the cup of light of the years, and stood at the window of the night, when the gates of the city were closed, and the river flowed backwards. The cup is filled with salty seawater, and one sip is a sip of sorrow that God has brewed for several lifetimes. Fill the cup of light, do not bow your head, do not buy drunk, never close your eyes and do not fall asleep. From then on, I buried my sorrow and buried it in the eighteenth hell of my heart.

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Love has turned off the lights, the heart has besieged the city, since there is no possibility of coming back, don't let the loneliness see the stitches, you must be brave to fight it, you have been to many places and the heart will not hurt anymore, I think you will not exceed 0.01 points.

In my story, you have been here, but you have never stayed, and in your story, I have stayed, but I have never entered. Passing by, but only in an instant, in the blink of an eye, you and I are separated by the end of the world. Our story stops at that moment, and there is no more to follow. Time stranded the memory that was not a memory, and the years smoothed out the sad mark of the vicissitudes of life.

The figure at the crossroads, fading away, finally disappeared into the horizon. Our story is so far away, the next intersection, who will you meet, who will meet me. The scattered crowd did not want to mention the past. However, the years can come out of the winter, and how can the memory forget the severe cold! It is written on the face but engraved in the heart, that emotion that cannot be looked back! When did it become a wound that the soul could not touch? In this small corner, I chose to write these feelings that cannot be banished with a tearful pen.

I know that there is no such exile in life, nor is there such a luxury, to give up the happiness of the present to chase the love of the homeless. When you give me a colorless future, I understand it so clearly, but I am still deeply involved.

"I used to be young and frivolous, how many children have been in love, flowers bloom and fall, people are impermanent, leaving eternal wounds, chrysanthemums bloom, the sky is full of incense, but you are not by my side, autumn comes, I am sad..." At that time, they never gave up, and now they go their separate ways. The dependence that used to hurt me the most, and in the end I chose to let go, so it was doomed for me to leave. Only when you are bitter can you know how to be satisfied, when you are hurt, you can understand that you are strong, and when you are drunk, you can know how to be unforgettable! Friendship sublimates one step into love, but love takes a step back and we can no longer be friends, some things, some people, accidentally lost, lost forever, people will change, keep an unchanging promise, but can not keep a fickle heart, people are not perfect, happiness is not a hundred points, know that you do not have the ability to have so much at a time, and you do not have the right to ask for so much.

(To be continued.) )