Independent of one's own heaven and earth, oneself is the whole world, let yourself walk out of the snail dwelling of the soul openly, take the noisy world as the background, to appreciate the beauty of nature, to transform into a ray of moonlight, into this empty but full of scene, let time calmly cross your fingers, walk through your own state of mind, leave the marks of the years, and walk out of this endless emptiness. The capital was ordinary at the time, but I didn't know that life was only as first seen, and when the fate was extinguished, it was difficult for life to come back, so what could I do, in the red dust, life things, even if it was ruthless, even if it was amorous, but it was also in vain, so I had to miss. Whether it is to move forward, frivolous flattery, or to look back at the twilight, often think, but it is only a choice, why deliberately persistent - when happy to meet people, when you want to cry paint night tears, when you are free like the wind, when you are depressed to face out of the window, listen to the throbbing of life in the night, life is like flowing water, hurrying, fleeting, why not be sincere, a little more like, even if it is just sadness, but this is a testimony of my life, but also a brand that I have never cherished, but also an irreplaceable accident. - Preface

Whose sleep is taken away by the darkness of the night, only awakening and longing are left

The world outside the window is quiet, and the scene inside the window is too quiet, but I am paranoid like me, my thoughts are general, and I feel a sigh of emotion. I want to be quiet for a long time and leave a lifetime of love words. But the years are long, and they slip away in a blink of an eye, and they have become a passing year. A thought will arise, a thought has been lost, and a thought becomes nostalgia, just like yesterday, like a mist misty. Yue'er didn't understand my sorrow, Feng'er didn't understand my feelings, and drank the sadness of this moment, but gradually changed and was full of desolation, nostalgic for the past. I think that at the beginning, until now, but I have come in a hurry, and these traces have been easily wiped through the passing years, are they still there, but they are still there, they have always existed, in the pool of water that is full of silver light but full of joy, in the shade of the tree that hides innocence but is always waiting, and in the valley bushes that no one picks but is full of figures. But the scenery is still the same, and the people are no longer in pairs, but after touching the scene, the love gradually becomes a death, the happy time is too short, and it is too sighing, making people nostalgic, but no one can know the situation of fate. At the beginning, the stubborn young man shouted that he would never say goodbye, but now he sighed softly in his heart, as if he had suddenly woken up, I am afraid that he will never have a chance again!

Fate comes and goes, fate is like water, drunk eyes to see flowers and flowers are also drunk

"Amorous hatred since ancient times, good dreams are the easiest to wake up. It's hard to get rid of the flowers, and the poor flying flakes are too floating. "Good things always slip away and are hard to find. Is it that people have never cherished, or the love has been exhausted and there is no chance, no matter how wonderful the personal one-man show is, it is better to match the beloved with a role, even if it is a demon, an immortal, an idiot or an addiction, what does it matter, but the dream will wake up after all, and the dream is no exception, all this is just a pity after all. "Outsiders laugh, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter gradually faded into silence, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed. "The memories are too beautiful, but also too hurtful, when the light gradually fades away, and when I look back on the past, those who have been deeply nostalgic have also become clouds of smoke and drift away. There is an end to the story, and there is a parting in life, which is just an encounter. There is no sorrow in the depths, but it turns into a physical wound. Amorous, ruthless, some people are worried, some people are happy, they are all just affectionate, but this is life, not the apocryphal fairy tale. As long as you live, you will lose. If you want to pursue, you are losing, life is full of loss, if you are not careful, you will have nothing. Maybe you are tired, tired, or don't want to rise and fall in this red dust, and you are looking for a paradise where you can store your feelings.

Find a fate, find a party indifferently

Although he did not drink wine to the wind, nor did he drink to the moon, nor did he get drunk and hazy, he found a fate in this prosperous world, and found an indifference, which is more exciting than all things in the world, and it also makes people cherish it. Send a kind of love silk to communicate with the earth, send a kind of tranquility to blend with the flowing clouds, bring a kind of silence to talk to the grass, and bring a kind of warmth to find with the cockroach. Pure and frank, this is not self-inflicted, but in this quiet, a trace of etherealism is found. How wonderful, touching life without harming life, being in the middle of the world but not disturbing the emptiness, nostalgia for the beautiful but not disturbing the beautiful, letting the eyes wander in the world, this does not mean that people are still awake, let the mind wander in the chaotic desires, this does not confirm the shrewdness of human beings. Temporarily shut out the noisy and prosperous crowds of blockbusters, cynicism and sarcasm will not disturb this rare beauty, don't be afraid of the heat of summer, and don't be afraid of the cold of winter. It's just that I'm still looking forward to your hug, maybe this chance is too slim. It can be found that fate is playing tricks, people are warm and cold, and since then they have been white and red, but their infatuation has finally become delusional, too hurried!

Time flies, and many years have passed in the blink of an eye

In a moment, but you can't escape the flick of your fingers, whether time is too hurried, or people don't know how to cherish it. Those swaying cicadas, those wandering fish, those soaring birds, and these breezes and bright moons, all seem familiar, as if they are old people, but these are my sense of immediacy, it turns out that everything is like green smoke and misty, like flying towards the clouds, all have changed, are no longer there. I wanted to go through shyness, childishness, gloriousness, and youth together, but it became a memory. Now, missing, missing, missing, I have become a ghost of the night, a servant of the years, but I no longer mind, because time will calm me, make me accept my fate, and make me desolate. However, I was wrong, I was wrong from the beginning, and I slowly discovered that the most hurried thing was not time, but people's hearts. No matter how much time passes, it can't withstand the fleeting forgetting and indifference of people's hearts, let alone cherish it. It's just that people's hearts are confused, and when they fall into different parts of the world and never know each other, they think of each other's beauty, and they think of cherishing each other. We come from the void, everybody holds good and evil, some ascend to heaven, some fall into hell, and in this boundless karmic fire, I think of you, I think of the past, we used to be so close.

Postscript: If it is said that the love is deep and shallow, how can it be affectionate. The story has not changed, and it has been difficult to meet since then.