Chapter Twenty-Four: The Wandering Dandelion

Heroes, stay behind!

"When the wind blows, the petals fall on your hair, on your clothes, like petals, like my heart." Heh, this is dog food?

"There's so much going on in this world. For you and me, likes and dislikes are just lights on both sides of the strait. It's like you like to laugh and laugh, and I like to spend the night drinking. You like the vastness of the desolate desert, and I prefer the withered trees that have become poetry in the eye. "Actually, after experiencing desolation, you will understand the beauty of the grassland, won't you?

I especially like what Hayao Miyazaki said, "It's raining in your city, and I want to ask if you have an umbrella, but I can't help it, because I'm afraid that you won't bring it, and I can't do anything, just like I love you but can't give you the company you want." "You see, how well it is said, I don't know how many people's hearts have been spoken.

"I'm like a dandelion, gliding lightly in your memory, without a trace, but you and I are still destined." Therefore, if you are destined to meet yourself, you don't have to keep it in remembrance.

I suddenly remembered a few words: May you be as bright as the sea of stars, glorious for eternity, and eternal for eternity. May you be as dazzling as the stars and the moon, invincible, and eternal. May you be as dazzling as the stars, awe-inspiring the mountains and rivers, and the heavens and the earth surrendering. It's not bad, then I'll give it to you, someone who is destined, I didn't say anything else, it's you, you in front of the screen.

"After not being a Meng Po, I went to the world. I am the cloud above your head, the wind in your ears, the tide you wade, the mountains and flowers in your eyes, and the mountains and rivers you have traveled. At this moment, I am also in your eyes. The 800 Limanshu Sawa you planted with your own hands, and every one of them belongs to me. ”

"In a man's life, he dies three times. The first time, when your heart stops beating and your breathing dies, you are biologically declared dead; The second time, when you are buried, people come to your funeral dressed in black, and they declare that you no longer exist in this society, and you leave quietly; And the third death is the last person in this world who remembers you, forgets you, and then, you really die. The whole universe will no longer be about you. "Looking back, it's still very grand. Even a humble person can be cared for by so many worlds.

At that time, the future was distant and shapeless, and the dream did not yet know what to call it. I often walk alone, walking long distances, feeling like a fallen leaf when the wind blows, looking up at the starry sky, and I wonder: is someone coming towards me from somewhere in the world? Like light, from one star to another. Later, you show up and leave again. What more can I say?

"I can get in! I can surprise them, I'm going to make them never climb high! The humiliation I have suffered will be the nourishment for my efforts. This should be the cry in the heart of every college entrance examination candidate who comes over.

When I was a child, I always longed for a distant place, but when I grew up, I was in a foreign country but I missed my hometown, rushing back and forth, and my mother would still be at the end of the path, waiting to return, watching far away. The father was still silent after a simple sentence or two. Looking back, I found that all my life was pulled between the distance and my hometown, and even the time I spent stopping was precious, but there was nothing to be done. Where has the time gone, give me back the time I miss, thief!

The light of fireflies flickers only in the dark. So, when you feel that your future in life is dark, remember to look at yourself, at that time you are also flashing your own glimmer. Tomorrow, I'm coming.