"Standing in the decaying ancient city, the rain and fog are filled with the faint fragrance of oil paper, and the lingering sadness in the water vapor seems to be sad and joyful. Looking at the railing in plain clothes, thinking about the beloved, long-sleeved, on the broken bridge in the past, I can't help but glance at the treacherous fate. ”

"He is my Buddha, from the West." Now, the thousand-year-old temple has faded away under the erosion of the cold, but it is in vain to leave the people of Iraq to sigh.

"It's time that has taught me to hide everything from my heart and not show it."

"The world seems to be really sick, treat scum as honor, mourning as a trend, take desire for granted, and affection as a licking dog, the sick is obviously this world, why should we be healed."

"I don't like rain, but I like the sound of rain, like I'm a laughing person, but not a happy person."

The old gentleman said: "The person who tears first in the left eye is sad to the extreme, the person who tears first in the right eye is the one who misses to the extreme, and the one who tears together in both eyes is sad first, to the longing, and finally to the extreme."

There is one in the legend

A mountain that can never be reached

Just board it

The mountain that will be able to fulfill any wish

Now it's a scenic spot

Tens of millions of people climbed to the top of the mountain

But no one's wish has come true.

The boy looked at the mountain

He immediately made a wish

Come to the top of the mountain.

And the miracle came true. - "Calling for the Mountain of Miracles"

"At that time, we liked to talk with finally, like finally having a holiday, finally graduating, finally leaving here, finally celebrating the New Year, as if any goodbye was like a relief. In the end, we realized that those self-righteous reliefs are the things that make people miss. Nothing will wait for you. Just like all the songs end up and people break up and part ways, in the end, it's a pity that it's not that they're separated, but that they don't say goodbye to those well. ”

On the street, a little boy clamored to buy marshmallows. Mom pointed to the little sugar man in his hand and said, "I haven't eaten the Monkey King I just bought, why do I still need it?" The little boy didn't listen, and he stayed where he was, and he had to buy marshmallows. Mom had no choice but to agree. The little boy finally got the marshmallow and said happily to the little candy man, "Look, Great Sage, your somersault cloud is here!" ”

We experience our own untold stories in the hustle and bustle of the world.

The lonely planet beneath our feet is also accompanying the death of an entire universe.

At an altitude of 62 miles, a soul gradually suffocated.

He shouted freedom like Wallace, but there was no one on the ground to set up an astronomical telescope.

When the cold wave of the times came, we closed our hearts in advance.

In this world, we nowadays prefer to keep a polite distance.

When words become the only warmth, the person who writes becomes the sunlight frozen in the glacier.

Sometimes I squeeze out a little warmth from the past years and share it with you beyond the ice.

On this lonely planet, if at some point you suddenly feel cold.

Then you think like this: this is the unwarm embrace of the universe.

"I thought that by crossing the mountains and rivers, I would be able to reach the corner of his heart, but then I realized that there was no place in his heart for me. If you don't love too much, who wants to exchange your sincerity for harm; If you don't love too much, who wants to be humble to the dust. ”

"Time flies too fast, I still remember when I was a child, in a notebook full of lyrics, there was this song, at that time, there was no mobile phone, only an old CD, but at that time, the days were very happy, a group of people hummed to the lyrics, the days were always too slow, always looking forward to the freedom when they grew up, without the control of their parents, but now, time flies, we are no longer young, and we can finally be alone, but we find that the reality is full of thorns, we are physically and mentally exhausted, and we have long been covered with bruises, and the world is warm and cold, the hustle and bustle of red dust. ”