Chapter 302: It's Time to Die (10)

Have you ever thought that if Yin Jingwan hadn't met Murong Peilin on the train, would she have spent her life more comfortably?

Have you ever wondered if Murong Peilin had not been crazy about Jing Wan, would she have achieved greater success and glory?

Have you ever wondered if it weren't for the deep love, wouldn't they have hurt each other like this and entangled for a lifetime?

But there is no if in this world, they met and fell in love. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info then, a lifetime of waste.

The prosperity is gone, and only the floating dust remains. The autumn scenery is bleak, and the remaining sentimentality remains. The days of light rain are deeply thoughtful, the years are like water, the sighs are perfunctory, and the red diaphragm of autumn is as silent as frost, and it is more and more pale and melancholy. Watching happiness is finally that the encounter of that season has been scattered, and the deeper and deeper prison cannot be pulled out, is there no parting if there is no encounter? I didn't have time to think about it, I had already stepped into hesitation, and I didn't have time to watch and disperse the incense. A little melancholy, a little confusion has become a sad autumn, sprinkling a piece of light ink, the words are stinging, and the sentences are heart-wrenching, depicting the vicissitudes of another season. Is there no desolation without attachment? After all, the contemplative depiction still does not draw a perfect outline, and you have disappeared into the corridor of time. And I, on the other hand, can only cover the desolation with green words, and I will never forget it!

Young people, however, do not complain about their flowery youth, and the beautiful years are precious to them, even if they carry all kinds of storms. In this world, there is nothing more precious than youth, but youth is also the easiest to fade away. Don't rely on the sky or the earth, do your own thing. In the face of difficulties, many people will lose their self-confidence, self-esteem, and will be crushed, and these people will become slaves to suffering.

Half a year ago, I ate hot and spicy hot pot with a few old friends. Suddenly, love was discussed.

It's because a friend is experiencing a marriage change, and it's going to be a big deal, and the city is full of storms.

A friend of mine, sitting across from me, drinking beer after beer, I asked her, what do you think of love? She looked at me.

Once, she was vigorous, and a little painter, love turned upside down, she and him, both are dragons and phoenixes among people, the same outstanding, his paintings with her words, that is a good story. Decorate the house, buy curtains, take care of the wedding dress, all the pre-wedding preparations were made, but the man ran away and went to Tibet. Then, he never returned, married a local Tibetan girl, and now, lives a life of isolation. Only she, alone, quietly writing, was still waiting.

Broken heart, what to sew it?

We always thought that he was too narcissistic to fall in love. But he said that love is the most mysterious, and when to meet what kind of person is almost fate. Love is not found, it must be encountered. What has gone through a thousand turns is probably not love, there is an element of family affection in it. Love must be, waited and waited, and then, she appeared, you decided, it was her.

There are all kinds of theories. All of them have words, everyone's love is different, and only I am silent among the four people.

At this time, my love is gone, and I just want to be alone. I said that love is a luxury, and those who don't love love should not easily consume it, otherwise, it will bring you too many scars and will make you unpeaceful for the rest of your life.

Gradually, we drank too much, and we still didn't say what love was. So we all went back to the bar, and the losers toasted again and again, and tonight, get drunk.

When it was gone, the sky was full of stars, and the four of us walked back. The moonlight in the city is lonely, some people sing Peking Opera, some people walk backwards, and they all drink too much. Everyone has their own love story, and it will never be the same.

Love is a rest. I found you, not to be entangled in life and death, not to love endlessly, to be with you, it is a faint fragrance of flowers, even if it is just you by your side, I feel at ease. Listen to music together, read books, wear plain clothes together, and go downstairs for a walk hand in hand. How many feelings are going to be landslided, more often, what you want is just the long stream of life.

I finally know that love is a river and lake, and after fighting and killing, the highest form is to retreat to the rivers and lakes. Find someone, grow old slowly, be born, old, sick and die, hold hands, never give up, life and death depend on each other.

Because, whose youth is always a round edge garden?

If you haven't met, you won't have the beginning.

If you don't have emotion, you don't have a story.

If you don't wait, you won't miss it.

If, when I was doing a train with you, my home was one station away from your home, I should have woken you up early, and I would have woken you up, and you would not have made a mistake at one station, and you would not have come to my house, and from now on, ...... There is no such poor story! I'm wondering if this is a white lie?

I often hear people sigh to themselves, and feel that happiness is far away from them. When you ask people what happiness is, most people define happiness as follows: "luxury mansions and villas, famous cars and beautiful women, power, fame and fortune, etc." One day when these conditions are met, they will be happy, and until they are met, they will not be happy.

But in fact, are those who now have a house, a car, a name and a fortune live happily? Has the happiness they had hoped for really come true? No. They still feel that something is missing, and they still feel unhappy.

Love should be the most beautiful thing in the world, and everyone once thought that if you have love, you will be happy.

In fact, a real love needs to pay a lot of effort and feelings, so people who have experience often feel that talking about love is too tired, on the one hand, they dare not ask for luxury, on the other hand, they are not willing to pay the truth to gamble on the result, love is the most hurtful thing in the world, once the gamble is lost, it may be bruised all over the body, so most of the real love people in the world can not afford to give it (unless it is a particularly strong and plump person), many times people often need not real love, just a companion.

In this world, everyone is lonely, and there are very few people who can be lonely for a lifetime with a strong soul, and most people are eager to find a kind of emotional comfort from others to relieve the loneliness and sorrow in the depths of life.

The woman is tired and wants to have a shoulder to lean on; Men are sleepy and hope that a woman can hug them, but that's it, and it has nothing to do with true love.

In essence, the relationship between people is based on interests, but some are tangible benefits (such as career wealth, etc.), and some are intangible benefits (such as emotions, etc.) (to be continued). )