Chapter 50: Weaving Dreams

"Back then we had dreams, about literature, about love, about traveling through the world. Now we drink late at night, and the glasses touch together, and it is the sound of broken dreams. ”

When I mention it, it's all sour and tears......

"Hi, my childhood, alas? Where are you going? ”

"I'm outdated, someone will come pick you up."

"Who?"

"Youth."

Finally, when the time came, childhood was gone, and even youth was gone.

"You like to be alone, standing in a corner, silently watching others gossip, but you can't live without them."

"You smoke on the balcony, you smoke half and the wind smokes half. You didn't follow the trend, maybe the wind also has troubles. The more you think about it afterwards, the more angry you become, so you twitch. ”

"Tears are good things that can wash away bitterness and sadness when they come out. But when you grow up, you will understand that there is still a huge sadness in life that cannot be washed away by tears, and there is also unforgettable pain that makes you unable to cry even if you want to cry, so really strong people are the louder they laugh the more they want to cry, carrying pain and sadness, even so, they must take them and laugh forward. ”

"I heard that jellyfish don't have hearts, they swim in the sea every day in a daze, and when they die, they turn into water without any traces, as if they never appeared."

I wondered, what is the purpose of her existence?

"Obviously, I just passed under the flower branches, but when I turned around, the mountains and rivers were far away, and the thousands of trees were lonely."

"There is nothing more powerful than a person who can constantly create himself in the midst of constant despair."

"The nightclub is gone, the stars are turning, she does not stop to rest, but waits, the last sigh, maybe she has discovered, the dawn is coming, hope is coming, why look for light in the darkness?"

One day, I passed away, and the people who hated me, danced, and loved me, tears like dew.

The next day, my body was buried deep in the ground with its head facing west, and the people who hated me looked at my grave with a smile on their faces, and those who loved me did not dare to look back at me.

A year later, my bones have rotted, my grave is raining and winding, Those who hate me, occasionally mention me after dinner, still have an angry face, and those who love me, in the dead of night, cry out to whom silent tears cry.

Ten years later, I had no body left, only a few bones. Those who hate me only vaguely remember my name, have forgotten my face, and those who love me so much, when they think of me, there is a brief silence, and life gradually blurs everything.

Decades later, my grave was blown away by the rain and wind, and only the barren land, and those who hated me, forgot me, and loved me the most, followed me into the grave.

To the world, I was completely nothing.

"The tenderest thing in the world is time, it can erase all the pain. The most ruthless thing in the world is also time, which goes with the wind and never looks back, leaving only shallow or deep traces.

Don't forget, don't forget, so beautiful and so sad!

The pillow is full of moldy dreams, and the dreams are full of people who can't hug them. ”

Time is a magical thing, surprising and painful.

"I finally understood that sentence, my heart is wandering, no matter where I go, I will never trust anyone again, not even myself, Two-faced people are very tired, obviously not happy at all, but they have to pretend to be very happy, tired!"

The fast-paced life is really a bit out of the pace of the times!

"If one day, you are adrift in the ocean, please tell my story to the mermaid."

All I need is you and let me tell you the story......

"The night is bright and the flowers are quiet, the stars and the moon are like dreams, and the wind and spring shine at night. The lights are shining, the shadows are falling, and the people who are in the good period of empty memories are alone. Chaos and love, painting marks disappear, a sense of dust, reincarnation several times to meet, heart with fate...

Sometimes, when looking at people, don't look at them with your eyes, it's easy to look away, and don't listen with your ears, because it may be a promise. As long as you take the time and feel it with your heart, it can't be fake, and it can't be fake.

The girl stood at the head of the river, her hair dyed white by the moonlight, but her eyes were as bright as ever. ”

The vows of the boyhood are pinned on the lights of the ship, and when the person returns from the moon, the girl will still be like a young woman flying in the face and rushing into the arms of the old days.

What is it, born in its homeland but abandoned miserably, and the people who abandoned it keep saying that it belongs to us, and they keep accusing the place that protects it of robbers and robbers.

It weeps, blows only where it respects itself, and is ethereal and magnificent along with so many things that have been forgotten by the homeland.

"Today, all the people admitted to the hospital for the pneumonia epidemic in our city have been cured and discharged, and my dry old eyes are moist again, and we can't feel the darkness because someone has blocked the darkness from a place we can't see. Angels in white, you are the lighthouse of the night, always watching the sea, may you be accompanied by the stars and not feel lonely in every night of fighting against the disease. ”

An extraordinary year, a year recorded in history, may well-wishers have a safe life!

"One walks, one sleeps, one thinks, one intoxicates. One person is busy, one person is tired, one person is irritable, and one person experiences. From hope to despair, hope to disappointment. From dreams to rhapsodies, delusions and don't think. I don't really need much. A word of comfort when you are sad, a word of praise when you are proud, a shoulder to lean on when you are tired, and a gentle embrace when you are sad. Actually, happiness is as simple as that! ”

Come on, young man, although the road is steep and the slope is long, you still have to walk.