"I wrote this well, I remember it was raining that day, but I was in a bad mood."

"I'll see."

…………………………………………………………… The business in the teahouse is not very prosperous, and it is even late autumn. I closed the door earlier, and planned to eat something at the old noodle restaurant, and then take a walk around the lake, which is considered to be the end of the day.

When I went to the noodle restaurant, I found a random place to sit. Soba, the taste of decades, is not boring, maybe too nostalgic, always feel like the taste of mother. It's just my mother, but it's because of me, who had a difficult birth and didn't grow up with me. Thinking about it, I only listened to the people near me talking about what kind of marriage, and after a while, I quarreled because of something. I only heard the girl cry: "That's it! But he didn't know what he meant, and broke the bracelet on his hand. Hey, I secretly screamed in my heart, but the high-grade jade jade is enough for the expenses of the poor family for several years, why is this girl's family so temperamental, or the rich family doesn't care. On the contrary, things belong to other people, and it doesn't matter to me if people love to fall, so I think about it a lot calmer. After dropping something, the girl went away without looking back, and it seemed that the girl was not very sad, but quite happy, as if she had finally been liberated. The boy bent down, carefully picked up the broken jade fragments, and put them in the palm of his hand and looked at them stupidly. After a while, he smiled again, "Sure enough!" "It's quiet, but it penetrates every corner. Seeing this, I couldn't help but shudder. You love, why should you be like this, you only laugh at the world's stupid men and women, and you are stupid if you don't know more. If it weren't for the money power, maybe there would have been a different result. In life, either you have it or you lose it, and if you look down on it, there is nothing to be sad about.

After a while, it started to rain outside, and a group of women, presumably students, came in, and among them, the girls in red clothes, and their hearty laughter caught my attention. Listen to what they're saying, come on, tomorrow...... It's a little strange, listen carefully, it turns out that the girl in red will have a birthday tomorrow, and her friends cheer her on and wish her a successful confession. The corners of his mouth smiled slightly, he was still a student, he didn't have to work so much, he dared to rush and dare to break through, like a hero. The rest of the stories are jokes between girls, and it's boring to listen to. Looking at the girl in red, I thought of someone, but I haven't been in touch for a long time, and she should come to this class reunion.

The door came out early, and I didn't know that the rain was so heavy, and it didn't look like it was about to enter winter, and it seemed to be a soup chicken. There is a glimmer of hope, maybe it will stop for a while. Sure enough, the rain stopped, but there were almost no people on the streets, and occasionally some leaves drifted by, looking desolate. I can't help but think of Li Qingzhao's poem, "Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable." When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry late! The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark! Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word! ”

The wait may be really long, what did I come to this city for, I always feel that there is something that I refuse to let go, but I don't remember. In my memory, there is always a blank piece that I can't remember, and it feels very important. Perhaps the most painful thing, the deepest wound, and finally forgotten. "Hehe, how is that possible?" Hazy, I only saw the wind blowing the windbreaker, one foot after the other, quietly walking towards the lake.

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Over and over again, repeatedly, full of memories that didn't feel it.

When parting, a back is deeply remembered in my mind, maybe only in a dream, it will not happen, I will not remember.

Put it down, suddenly want to have a good time, drain all your tears, and train yourself like a female man, so that your shoulders will be very broad, and you can proudly say, it's not a big deal, it's a big fart.

Chic, open.

It was very windy at night, and I couldn't sleep comfortably, so I walked outside, looked at familiar places, and buried my head deeply.

Flowers bloom and fall, the years go vids, year after day, I grow up.

Sycamore rain, why is it sad, but I like it, sitting quietly on the tree, closing my eyes, feeling every temperature, it is so beautiful.

I like to listen to the sounds of the earth, as if I was in a concert, the kind of music that is not dusty, pure, the sound of nature.

A poet once said that a person must have a soul, a feeling, and a fantasy to live. No matter how good the outside world is, if you don't work hard, it will never be yours.

I like to look at ancient tombs, not because of the treasures or who the tomb owner is, but because I am looking for another soul that transcends time and space. Gently, slowly, thinly, deeply, everything is like alive again.

Maybe you have too many things on your mind, maybe you can't let go of anything, and you still read some scriptures, but you pretend to know at least a little, everything is involved, but you can't do anything. I wanted to throw the guitar away and smash it. I also want to burn the sketchboard, and I don't want any dyes. What is the use of them, moving them once, throwing them away, it is not all a burden.

If you hadn't trapped yourself in it at first, maybe you wouldn't have collapsed like this. There are still tears left on the wound, maybe this is also an experience.

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"Listen"

Ask the wind, and the wind says there is no rain.

Asked about the rain, the rain said there was no wind.

After struggling for a long time, it turned out that I asked the wrong person.

The wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong question.

Is it deliberately not understood, or does not know how to pretend to understand.

What are we chasing?

In winter, sunlight always shows its value.

In the air, lonely falling leaves seemed to beckon to me.

Listen, it's saying, good morning, people.

Year after year, spring goes to autumn, and time has not forgotten everyone.

A lotus in front of the Buddha, the road in the past, the strange guest.

Use youth to compose praises, don't be sad and resentful

"Dream of Drama"

The way you look

I don't seem to remember

Countless scenes

Fantasy how to meet

Crying, laughing, or staring blankly

Maybe the sea of people is vast, passing by

Our reunion will change each other

It turns out that these have been for a long time

Blame me, sanity

Blame me, loneliness

Blame me, it's all right

I've always thought that everything is wonderful

I have always wanted to travel the world with you and be a traveler

Bamboo pavilions, costumes, dance texts and ink

Between her forehead and eyebrows, Yueniang was envious

However, everything good was shattered

Illusions, all gone

It is you and me who are left behind

It's good

Don't want that, just stay together

Never give up, life and death depend on each other

03

You don't have to say too much, people who understand you, don't need a reason, sad, unhappy, please don't wronged yourself.

"Rain"

There is no sunlight

There are no umbrellas

No partner

There is no music

Rain dripping

Water droplets come together

It became a small pond

on the eaves

A few more drops

It never seems to go away

Outstretched hand

It becomes cold

The body trembled a little

If not experienced from with

Maybe just sentimentality

There are no feelings

The reality of reality

A cool breeze

Teacher's bicycle

Take me all the way

This life

Probably the only time

For the last time

young

How much frivolity

Auditory hallucinations have something to say:

We miss too much, and if we do something wrong, we will make a mistake, and if we are wrong, we have to change it. The so-called face is like the emperor's new clothes. Love and hatred, if you want it, you should aim at people and things. There are some things we can't stop, and impatience won't stop it, so why not sit back and watch, and maybe before you know it, you've found a way.

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Li Huinan looked at what she wrote, and sometimes she didn't dare to admit that she wrote it, and she always felt a little hypocritical. "Sour text, really suitable for romance novels."

"Not really, I feel good."

"Looking down further, I haven't written for a long time, and now it's like a waste."

"Where? It's quite literary. ”

Li Huinan smiled, and some people praised themselves for being a literary fan, but they were very happy.