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After so long in the scorching sun, the sky finally became hazy. The wind whipped up the dust, and the dusk sky was obscured by dark clouds, and the day was as dark as night.

Let's go down, let's go down. Cleanse the air and the heart......

It's early in the morning, but I can't sleep. Listening to the song, I think of some of the past. Some left and disappeared without a trace. It made me feel like everything was just a dream. Some people have stopped in my heart, leaving indelible marks in my heart, but they are quickly running away. I can't keep up with you. I could only look at the side of the road, helpless and wandering.

Graduated, graduated again. Parting, parting. But there was no parting atmosphere at all. I was numb. I thought I was determined enough to forget everything I had before, but I found that I had lost again. Lost to himself. Lost to the man in his mind. But I couldn't do anything about it.

I'm waiting for the light of dawn to pierce the darkness of the night.

Since when did that self slowly die?

Since when was there only a wooden expression on his face.

Since when did you start wrapping yourself up until you suffocated and didn't want to let go.

Since when did you learn to lie and learn to disguise yourself and pretend that you are happy.

Since when did you arm yourself with spikes, prick the people around you with pain, and then dodge.

Since when did you start avoiding crowds and making your life irrelevant to anyone.

Since when did it start to have nothing. It's annoying.

What's the reason for that?

What made me lose my smile that was supposed to be bright.

What made me walk alone.

What scared me, and what made me lose my pride.

What makes me forgotten again and again.

What keeps me from facing reality with myself.

What keeps me reminiscing, and what makes me sink for the past.

What keeps me from seeing the light of the future.

What binds me to and tangles myself.

What is it?

Maybe it's just because of yourself.

It was late at night, and the sound of insects echoed in my ears through my eardrums.

The moonlight shines through the glass window on the face.

The sleeping person breathes calmly, and occasionally makes a dreamy sound.

They may be having a sweet or terrible dream, so they don't know that a long-dead man is resurrected in the moonlight tonight.

Resurrected like Haizi...

Like the poems of his poems.

Be a happy person. Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming...-

What promises, what will never be, will not be fulfilled -

Say what the sea is dry, what is the stone rotten. It's going to change-

What you care about, what you miss, it turns out to be a deception-

Loneliness can't be changed, and it's better not to see each other-

I admit that all along, I was afraid of being forgotten.

But it is always forgotten. Maybe only when you need to be remembered.

On the journey of life, I try to remember everyone in my life who has passed by.

Friend. Those who have helped me, those who have hurt me, even those who have been friends on one side. A stranger who doesn't even know his name.

Thank you that they have passed by, even if they don't remember me.

I'm afraid of being forgotten, but I'd rather choose the former than the kind of being remembered when I need to.

Because. Even if I am forgotten, I am still the truest version of myself. And in that kind of being remembered, I'm just a tool.

Becomes worthless when it has no use value.

Life is inevitably parting, and after every parting, you will feel that things are wrong.

Everything has changed, some people have faded from my world, and many more have simply disappeared without a trace, and there has been no news of him again. Like never appeared in my world.

I don't want to forget, but I have to...

If we meet again, everything will change, and I would rather forget or be forgotten. Maybe forgetting is the best ending.

When the clouds engulf the last rays of light-

Sadness began to settle in the air-

Those so-called happy times in the past-

The original light has long since disappeared-

The sunken diary became sallow-

Those vows are long gone-

Where we walked together-

Full of the vicissitudes of history -

Your vague appearance in the memory-

Try to slowly forget-

Oblivion...-

The dust of history falls overhead-

Render memories grey-

Those former attachments-

Where was it lost?

The Long and Twists and Turns of the Future-

Who will walk with me-

The stars are trying to twinkle-

But I can't hide the night-

The barrier between dreams and reality-

There is an insurmountable gully -

You say, that's life-

Autumn has been here for a long time, but it seems like a momentary thing. The sycamore leaves shattered overnight, like a broken mood at the moment. Watching a withered yellow fall from my side, I realized that winter was not far away. And I had to face this season of winter alone. This winter, there will be no one to watch the snow with me, and no one will squint and hum that familiar melody in the winter sun. Without you, without her.

It's been almost a month since I arrived in this strange city. I've been disappointed, I've complained. But reality is reality, there is nothing I can do, all I can do is endure and endure.

Looking at the online friends on QQ in a daze, many people don't know who to talk to. The chat window is full of words, and the hand is on the send button but it is never sent, so you can only delete it word by word...

Hiding under the covers and listening to those familiar songs, tears flowed down my face. I think of that busy time for the college entrance examination, very busy, very tired, a lot of troubles, a lot of helplessness... And I miss that time so much at the moment. I miss the sunrise on the road every morning, the sunset on the mountain behind the school, and the sycamores and camphor. I miss that sky, I miss the corner that belongs to me by the window...

I'll admit I'm a boring person. Always doing something boring, all the time...

I remember when I was a child, I was always chasing my own shadow at night. Want to catch up with it, overtake it. But no matter how hard you try, there is a certain distance from it. It's like the insurmountable distance between the ideal and the reality.

When I grow up. I stopped chasing it because I knew the distance I was from it. I always speak to the shadows at night. Talk a lot until your mouth is dry. He is my most loyal listener, and he is the only one who has not left. My world is not human. He is the only one who has not changed.

I still remember many nights ago, when I walked alone on an empty street, the shadow changing in the orange light. The night was quiet and beautiful.

I'm waiting for someone, someone I still don't know where.

I'm waiting for someone, I don't even know who she is.

I'm waiting for someone. Maybe she's just living in my imagination.

I'm waiting for someone who doesn't have to be beautiful, but she must have something that fascinates me.

I'm waiting for someone. She is small and cute and always needs my protection.

I'm waiting for someone who has a gentle and kind heart that can make me feel warm even on a cold winter day.

I'm waiting for someone. She can be delicate, but she does not have a deep city, can detect the change of my mood in time, and can give me comfort and warmth when I am most helpless.

I'm waiting for someone, she has this childlike heart and smile, and will occasionally be coquettish to me and play a little temper. But it's never vexatious. Even if I made her angry, I was unyielding on the surface, but I had already forgiven me in my heart.

I'm waiting for someone who will find time to text me to take care of myself even if she's busy, and she'll message me goodnight in the evening.

I'm waiting for someone, she will listen to me sing quietly, she will be by my side when I am most lost, even if there are no words, but she can give me the greatest comfort.

I'm waiting for someone who can hold my hand tightly even in my most difficult times and never give up.

imwaitingagirlssandsorrow.iamwaiting

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After a long silence, I suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. I've always wanted to write something to record or commemorate something, but I put it on hold for various reasons, and many things have not been able to catch or leave memories in the end.

It's been a few months since I came to this city in a blink of an eye, and I've slowly gotten used to things that I always thought I would never get used to, and that once quiet and indifferent heart seems to have blended into this world full of glitz and noise, allowing myself to always be surrounded by some unstable factors and become impetuous.

The pen in his hand rested in the corner for a long time, but he never could calm down and write something, and his brain became barren when he mentioned the pen, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find those fragments of memory, so he finally had to give up. This made me feel a little scared and uneasy, I was afraid that I would lose the persistence that I had always had, and that I would lose the words that had always supported me, that I could speak, that I could rely on. Afraid of forgetting your dreams...

Before coming to this city, I was always looking forward to winter here. Looking forward to seeing the real northern snow, in my opinion, no winter is complete without snow. I like winter because of the snow, which is why I chose the north. But when winter really came to this northern city, there was only disappointment in my heart, there was no expected early snow, there was only the north wind and dust, and the wind mixed with a lot of dust came to my face, leaving me embarrassed-

A few mornings ago, on the way back, I noticed something white falling from the sky, and it turned out to be the snow that I hadn't seen for a long time. But in the end, I was disappointed that the snow did not fall heavily, and the little snow that had accumulated on the ground was blown away by the wind along with the dust-

When I went to QQ today, I saw that some people's states were changed to: "It's snowing in my hometown...", and so on. So the memories were pulled back to the snowy nights in my hometown. I walked alone on the deserted street, watching the snowflakes flutter in the dim light, and the scene seemed to have faded away...

I suddenly miss that time. A person is sad. Even loneliness seems to be beautiful. I realized that life doesn't have to be happy to be beautiful, sadness and loneliness can also be so beautiful...

I heard that there was a Geminid meteor shower last night, but I missed it. Speaking of meteor showers, I think of a certain night that summer. Because I accidentally saw the news during the day that there would be a Leonid meteor shower at night, I stupidly waited until midnight but didn't wait for a single meteor.

And this time, I missed it again, which made me regret it and understand at the same time. Many times, we miss out on many good things in life because we are busy or some other reasons, and we constantly have to complain about the dullness of life and the lack of good things, but we don't know that we have missed the good things in life again and again because of our own reasons.

All I have for tomorrow's unknowns is helplessness. I don't know what I'm going to miss in the next moment, all I can do is try to grab what I have with my meager strength...

Walking down the icy streets, reminiscing about the scene of last winter.

At that time, the snow was falling, and a person was walking aimlessly on the deserted street, and the snowflakes under the dim street lamps had a different beauty, and the snowflakes fell on the eyes and wet the eyes.

Rub your eyes. As we walked on, the shadows became more and more abrupt in the white...

Since childhood, I have had a special affection for snow, and I always look forward to winter when the leaves start to fall. Looking forward to the arrival of snow.

Whenever the first snow of winter comes, you always hope that the snow will continue to fall, and you can wake up in the morning and open the window to find that the outside has become a white world.

I especially like the snow at night, and I like to watch the snow fall in the dim light...

Thoughts drift away with the fluttering snowflakes. When I came back to my senses, I realized that I had been walking in the opposite direction to my home, and I had walked a long way before I knew it...

That year, the sky was still blue.

That year, time was so soft.

That year, it was still breezy and cloudy.

That year, time went unhurriedly.

That year, there were still those bright smiles like flowers.

That year. We haven't met yet.

None of us were going to cheat that year.

I was so brave that year.

That year, the letter in his hand that was not sent.

That year, youth never went far.

At that time, it was already a thousand rivers and mountains.

Fingers run over a section of the tree's annual rings, there is a sense of the vicissitudes of history, but the cracks between them are like the broken parts of my memory, how can they not be connected into a complete section...

Forget when it became so forgetful. Some places always have a very familiar feeling, which makes me have some memories, but like broken annual rings, no matter how hard I try to recall, I can't connect them into a complete picture...

I once tried to remember every passer-by in my life, but found that some people became blurry in my mind, and their distant backs were my last memories.

Memories are like broken rings that cannot be made whole. Those who do not want to forget will eventually disappear under the wash of time. I once tried to find the lost memories and the people I was once familiar with, only to find that everything has changed... The former bluestone road and the people who walked along the stone road have long been lost to the dust of history. The once mottled brick walls have also been transformed into forests of reinforced concrete, and people are gradually lost in them...

Always write a lot of things to people who haven't been in touch for a long time, always keep your finger on the send button after writing, and finally don't have the courage to press it, you can only delete it word by word... I am afraid of facing the strange appearance of the person who once accompanied me, and I may have to choose to forget.

Gradually, I stopped contacting anyone I used to have, and they faded out of my world... As a result, the broken growth rings have slowly become an insurmountable chasm...

Our youth, like the petals flying in the sky, greeted the grand death with a moth to a flame...

-------wedge

I still remember the cherry blossoms on campus that spring, and the beauty was breathtaking.

I always like to go to the hill behind the school in the evening to watch the sunset, walk through the tree-lined paths, occasionally raise my head through the dense foliage, and watch the sky be cut into pieces by the foliage... The sun fades into the distant mountains, and the sky is dyed blood-colored by the setting sun...

That year, I still sat in the high school classroom day after day, falling asleep to the teacher's passionate speech, waking up and looking out the window at the familiar camphor in a daze, and the birds flying across the sky, leaving the sound of flapping wings.

That year, youth was like a blooming flower, brilliant and beautiful. Now, I can no longer see such a brilliant flower, and the seventeen-year-old youth and the flower rain are running towards a grand death together...

Your appearance exudes a fragrant aroma like rosemary.

Your appearance is full of warm imagination.

Your appearance was my only faith.

Your appearance is the brightest light in the night.

Now.

but thou art like, but thou hast built high walls.

Makes me confused.

Let my heart start to wander.

Maybe I can do it.

Only wear a mask to disguise.

Close your eyes and lie to yourself.

Pack a simple bag and go away from home...]

There are countless waits in life, and how can I be sure that you are the one I am waiting for?

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Perhaps, accustomed to waiting. Perhaps, just because of fear, so passive. So much maybe, because there are so many uncertainties...

Waiting is beautiful and painful. The beauty lies in being hopeful while waiting; And the pain is always disappointing as a result of waiting, or the process of waiting is long and unbearable.

Fireworks burst into the sky.

Cut through the darkness to reveal a shattered shape.

Kong Ming lanterns swayed in the wind.

Fly to distant places with wishes.

The heart is still empty.

I can't find the direction I came from.

Groping in the dark.

Wait for dawn after dawn.

Snowflakes flutter like butterflies under the street lamps.

Stop at the plane tree outside the window.

Hurry to return to the people.

Echoing on the deserted road.

The sky resembles a canvas covered in blue-black paint.

It hides the hustle and bustle of the day.

The snowflakes are still flying.

Waiting for the end of the night.

I don't know why I deleted and wrote it in the space.

I don't know why I always like to think about inexplicable questions.

I don't know why I can't sleep late at night.

I don't know why some things keep lingering?

I don't know why I keep having the same dreams until I am exhausted.

I don't understand the meaning of your words.

Don't know what you really want?

I don't understand myself.

I don't understand you.