Texts of the Past

If I could be with you, I would rather let all the stars in the sky fall, because your eyes are the brightest light of my life force.

I still remember when we struggled together, stayed up late together, and went crazy together. As a result, the next day, looking at each other's dark circles, everyone knew each other. Some people say that a lonely person always remembers everyone in his life, so I always think of you. On every starlit night, count my loneliness over and over again.

Lao Wang said that you are not the only one who writes articles now, and if there are many people, you will take a billboard and smash it, and three or two will write articles. At that moment I looked at the sky and stopped talking because I didn't dare to look at the sky when I spoke.

Some people say: the city is beautiful. But how jeans go with evening dresses, how people who can only play the harmonica with piano accompaniment.

The noise and brightness of the world, the joy and sorrow of the world, like a breeze blowing through duckweed, gurgling in the wind, in front of you, in your heart. I don't have extravagant hopes, I just want you to be happy and not sad anymore.

In my left hand, I hold a slight fire, and in my right hand is a long nirvana once in ten years.

Lonely people always remember everyone who appears in their lives, just as I remember you vividly. If you can, in a flash, in a blink of an eye, just hang old like this, and let others argue that we are happy。。。。。

Many things that we thought we would never forget in our lifetime are slowly forgotten in the days when we never forget. I'm not a good recorder, but more than anyone I like to remember, stop, turn, throw down the bang in time and run forward.

The past time, the past memories, the past words, the past you give me a tear, and I can see the whole ocean in your heart. Tonight I murmured unconsciously, but all I thought about was my thoughts, and this thoughts had nothing to do with human beings, but with you. 》》。 {For those who remember the past, the immature past}

The Empty House

Is there such a feeling, obviously there is no slightest warning, and it is not because of any experience, any person, no one thing, or even any kind of psychological emotion that is empty all of a sudden. There is nothing to think about, nothing to do, just turn off the mobile phone, turn off the TV, turn off the computer, quietly, quietly, alone, in the room, looking at the ceiling, listening to the unknown subtle sounds outside the window, accompanied by the lights in the room, thinking about nothing, as if I am a piece of dirt, a wisp of dust, a kind of illusion. Forget all the functions of the brain, nothing is needed anymore except breathing, nothing matters, no worries, worries, no sadness, no madness, happiness, joy, just tick, tick with the movement of the second hand。。。。。 It's as if the city stopped, quieted, slept。。。。。 Maybe there are a few distant whistles and a few firecrackers outside the world, so that the neurons of the brain tell you in a vague consciousness that this is the arrival of the Spring Festival. Maybe a few baby cries, a few words of anxious concern, it's the music of the newborn life downstairs. You don't need to tense your nerves, think quickly, and guess hard. Just like this, slowly, like a mother's cradle, shaking and shaking, no matter how slow it is, it is also excellent. At this time, you will slowly forget your life, your existence and even the misconception that you are a statue placed in a place that you don't even bother to think about.

At this time, life feels like a hundred years with your breathing.

At that time you are extremely satisfied, without any concept of money, power, love. Even if you get old, even if you end there. Whatever! In the rift of space that disappeared during this time. Leave a series of philosophies of life to the minds of people like Marx! And we just like that, we don't have to think about anything, we don't have to do anything, there's nothing good, there's nothing bad, it's there.