Chapter 300: It's Time to Die (8)

Time is like water, autumn thoughts are cool, the yellow leaves outside the window fall into a gurgling string, and a sunset fantasia is plucked slightly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoI was awakened in the midst of loss, but the autumn love is still the same, and my lonely self, like the scattered sycamore leaves, swirls into a poignant scenery in the afterglow of the sunset.

There are always people who say: There is a kind of life, after the brilliant noise, it will eventually return to peace and plainness. It's like although the sunset is nearing its end, between the sky and the water, the tragic beauty blooms in an instant, a little more spectacular, a lot of melancholy, and gradually disappears at the end of the day, leaving an eternal thought.

Remembering that I haven't experienced much of the noise and turmoil in life, life has retreated directly to the same quiet and warm as the sunset, which may be a unique beauty, the beauty of constantly asking the soul and contemplating!

Accustomed to clicking on the collection of life, every pause, reverie, will fall in the heart of the long-lost melancholy. Maybe distance really produces beauty, which makes me have such a deep complex with Jiangnan.

Now, whether the Xiangfei bamboo next to the cave is as green as ever, it embodies the essence of humanity, and I don't know how many women's hearts are mottled.

It's just that the clothes of the ancestors have long been missing, and from ancient times to the present, the dreams left by passers-by have been stored. There is also the fantasy of whom, whether they are still using the water of the West Lake to nourish their spirituality, chanting a few so-called Yiren poems on the water side on the shore of the green leaves.

Some people say: Life is like a kite, no matter how far and long it drifts, one end of that line is always the hometown. I think too, the earthly world of labor, the people who work hard, eventually want to return to their roots. Once fascinated by the beauty of the sunset, fantasizing about walking in the poetic Jiangnan, only after waking up, did I lose my mind that I was still a wandering wanderer, standing alone on the high-rise buildings of the city, below the bright neon, and the continuous flow of starlight in the lines.

The moon rose, and the transparent glass window closed. You on the tall building, written with tears, engraved on the face of longing. Deep in my heart, I want to ask the sunset again, why did it sink so early?

The lonely soul wanders aimlessly in the dust, the empty heart is filled with the soul of filthy desire, the hazy eyes are filled with confused expressions, the blood that longs for refuge beats my abrupt pulse again and again, the disharmony between my heart and the outside world makes me ask again and again in my dreams where to find the holy place where to put my soul, wandering for a long time in this lonely and quiet night, asking myself, where should I go? What exactly am I looking for? Tangled self-reflection often dies in the helpless and confused dawn, I am a mortal who is looking for a quiet soul and can't get rid of the complexity of the world, lonely through the dawn, lonely through the sunset evening, and then in the quiet and lonely night with his tongue licking his own wounds, how much pain I have can only feel by my body, only my own soul can taste. The blank of my life is blank so desolate, the blank of my life is blank, so chilling, shivering, I keep asking myself, what am I looking for? What am I missing? Like a beast that doesn't know the goal, doesn't know the direction, wanders in this huge world, and is swallowed up by those filthy things little by little, filling the holy void in my heart.

If I could, I'd rather have nothing, I do what I love best, and I don't get into a fight for what I get.

If I could, I would rather give up everything and only find the final refuge of my soul, and I wouldn't feel so lonely when I was alone again, and the loneliness made me feel hairy inside.

If I could, I'd rather be single and just wait for the person who loved only for love to show up, and I would just love her desperately for love.

If I could, I would rather say all the words that are meant to move the people we live in in this world of desire, so that they can take off their veils and talk to us with sincerity from their hearts, with their most beautiful smiles.

If I could, I would rather live in that country that was bullied by the great powers, just to find the original nature of people, the original goodness of human nature, and exchange my own life for the lives of others.

If I could, I would rather go on the road with my dreams, at least I wouldn't be so lonely with my dreams, and I would listen to the most primitive longings and the most beautiful calls from the depths of my heart.

If I could, I would rather be in love with myself, at least I wouldn't betray myself for anything, sell my love, sell my soul, and defile the most beautiful things.

If I could, I would rather feed on the sun, drink on the dew, bathe in the nurturing of nature, and feel the baptism of the purest things in the world.

If I could, I'd rather my heart had always been so blank, and I firmly believe that the most beautiful things come from the blank space of life, just like music.

In those years, I was used to loneliness, to loneliness; But it's all because I can't get used to not being without you.

When did it start, there were not so many words between us, and there was no sweetness at the beginning.

When did it start, the distance between us began to get farther and farther away, and there was no excitement of the first meeting.

When did you start talking about love and bread in front of what would you choose?

From this time on, I firmly believe that our love is no longer so pure, because there is already the temptation of bread between them; I began to think hard, how can I give you love and bread, I began to be forced to grow up, I still think about our past, I thought you would give me enough time to fight for our love, our bread.

But the reality tells me that I was wrong, you are already impatient, I have not met him, and I do not want to meet him, since you want to abandon our love, then all I can give you is freedom, I said the breakup.

I gave you the opportunity to pursue your bread, it's not that I didn't work hard enough, it's not that I don't want to work hard, it's just that you betrayed our love prematurely, after the breakup, a person will always be in the deep night, reminiscing about our past, friends advised me not to always live in the past, but for your love, how can you let me forget, the original love was unforgettable, but now it is a stranger.

You say give up, give up, is our relationship so worthless? I knew that this was the case, why did you give me hope in the first place, 2 years, our 2 years of relationship, you made a choice in less than 2 minutes, and it took me 2 years to forget,

(To be continued.) )