The starry sky illuminates the universe, and the world is embellished with tears, and blue tears degenerate into transparency.

The space disperses the dust, and its volume is gradually spreading to the blood, which is invisible, and illusory.

The departing century itself is being eliminated.

The crowd seems to be unintentional.

Eventually, it will be gone.

The water in the cup was swaying with the speed of the car, as if it had been solidified after being formed. Reaching out and trying to hold it firmly in the palm of my hand, the cold touch shattered all my definitions of theory.

Now few people on the market buy CDs anymore, and several Jay Chou albums bought many years ago in the car are already covered with dust, even if they are described in this way, they can't get rid of the fact that the car is as old as Jay Chou continues to be younger. "Why don't girls like to be too fat", the lyrics that can only be understood by concentrating are looped, blurring the third-dimensional vision brought by memory. We are rushing towards our fathers without hesitation, and our minds are constantly brainwashed by everything in this era, and we are more willing to stay than we are unwilling to be left behind and need to continue to accept new things. The drizzle outside was bathing the car, indirectly lowering the atmosphere in the car, and the sad atmosphere was gradually transmitted from the qi to every pore on the surface of the skin, and it did not stop there, and then invaded the body, until the body shivered and then shook down to indirectly stop. The diamonds on the flashy watch on the wrist seem extravagant, and even sparkle, but in fact, only connoisseurs until that is just a defective ornament. I always felt like I was living on a very false surface, facing a crack to take away my ethereal soul at any moment.

Being in a gray area, we know that gray is the easiest to erode into black. Since the beginning of cognition, whether it is in society, TV series, or books, black is speaking for the evil side, is there any night coming, just to set off the bright and evil side.

I can't quite accept the so-called everyone knows the truth, and it seems that saying it is indirectly telling the other party how stupid they are, but if I can make myself happy if I am stupid, I would rather be a big fool.

I played the role of motivating others in it, and I listened to how I could successfully interpret the truth of the loser.

Turn all hope into despair, you can't imagine how dark this society is, even if you are the people's police. It is constantly using red to paint the excess white, to confuse the ears and eyes.

Red can vividly show black desire, and desire is blue tears.

I once said in front of many people that I felt that my heart was black or something like that, but after hearing it, most of them didn't get involved in my topic anymore, and they just passed by. In my heart, I felt that they didn't know me very well, and that I didn't feel like a person from the same world as them at all, until I became a reality. In the face of entertaining business, they need such grief to capture the audience's tears. But in the face of life, emotion is important, but once it deviates from reality, it will form another kind of thinking that is not understood in front of everyone, and it is difficult to judge right and wrong.

Some people always want to bury themselves in a corner that no one knows, but he doesn't know that no one will be looking for him until he is so lonely that he crawls out again.

Yuanyuan always thought that if she could make herself disappear once, I said that turning off her phone was the easiest and most direct way. There was always a mist in her deep pupils that someone couldn't see, as if she had found a castle in the jungle, and she wondered how amazing the secrets would be, but the dusty surroundings felt eerie, and she didn't dare to enter easily. On rainy days, I always wanted to reach out and touch it, and it looked extremely obscene, but I remember one time she went directly to my lower body, and I stretched out my arms and stared at her for two seconds, and then hurriedly ran to the bathroom. Her character, which is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, makes people untouchable to wear the emperor's new clothes for herself, which she can't see, and no one else can see. Perhaps only in the snowy winter will you find out, step by step, it is already pitch black to the point of cold flames.

Maybe we are all too young to always be so hypocritical, always grasping some small things and unwilling to let go, falling out of love and drinking to find a trace of relief, being betrayed by friends and complaining to many people about his ruthlessness, disgusted with bad work and resigning only to find that I can no longer find a better job, always doing what I think is right on the premise of optimism, and thinking afterwards that I can live the life I want, but the result is always so unsatisfactory. How many times did I think I could pick up my emotions and start again, if it did start again, I probably wouldn't have the time or energy to sit in front of the computer and type out these words, and then look at the dawn that is about to break, and be a little distracted. Loneliness is when everyone thinks you're not lonely.

I no longer believe that there is no way to live after a person disappears, because I believe that as long as I find a way, I will be able to pull the disappeared person back to me. Therefore, it is always said that one's heart is black, which can be understood as an attachment to certain things, or, unscrupulous means.

Turning red to black is too simple and comes at a cost that can't be reversed.

The most susceptible part of the injury is probably the hands, which at first have bright red blood flowing out, then stop being bright red, then forming and turning gray, and eventually scabbing over unexpectedly. The process was recorded one by one in sight, and it became a scar that followed for a lifetime. I have a lot of small scars on my hands, all evidence of being naughty as a child.

I hate me when I was a student, I miss me when I was a student, and I can't extricate myself from it. At that time, humming a tone of incomplete tones, I thought that I could stand in the Beijing Gymnasium for a concert, and with my hair dyed more pompous than Wang Dongcheng, I dared to say that I was more handsome than him in front of the girl, trying to imitate, deliberately imitating, just to show that I was different from others. When I was a sophomore in high school, I began to learn some simple makeup skills on the computer, at that time, e-commerce was not as popular as it is now, and I could only go to the mall alone to buy some cosmetics and use them secretly. Later, I learned that the students' money was so easy to earn, or so easy to fool.

For many nights I watched the moon float in the sky through the glass, praying that it would pass through the skin of my head and embrace the dreams of the characters I dreamed of, reaching out and caressing it as if it was hanging less than a few feet in the air, and I felt its presence with my heart until I fell asleep and it scattered its light to every corner of my body.

If the campus is the most romantic place in the whole life, then I think the evening self-study night is the most prominent. The lights of the school building illuminated every road, and the sound of crickets in the grass overshadowed the couple's previous honey talk, and at that time, I wanted to leave traces of our love with my girlfriend in many places in the school, but people were too shy, and many plans ended in a hurry before they were halfway implemented. The one-story library is being replaced by a new high-rise building that has not yet been renovated and can feel resplendent in all its glory, and the frustration of our current class is greater than the cheers of the next class, and once it is up and running, it is a wake-up call for us to leave here.

Every time I step into my alma mater, I hear a voice calling out my unfulfilled dream, and I know that it is my own delusion, my inner unwillingness, a disguised induction, and my subsequent change.

I've never dressed up for a class reunion, and compared to their very real life, my still drifting oxygen balls are still trying to rise higher, but they are constantly stuck in the clouds, and I can't pass through them, and I can't see the end. Where, here, the overlap blocks my desire to take another step, and all this happens often happens in the lively New Year, and no one will observe the obsession that I have forced down in my heart for 3,000 kilometers.

Having forgotten how many laps she had rolled in the grass of memory, the lip gloss she left behind tasted sweet, but it was forever impossible to return.

We stumbled and rolled forward, dyeing the white shirt with a multi-colored color that could not be depicted, and we could continue to dye it, like a child in the unknown world of comics, only happiness and only anticipation.

All the bits and pieces you recorded are stored in that colorful notebook, which was bought with two weeks of frugality, which is a small luxury. Because from that time on, you want to make your youth stand out, be clear, and remember it clearly decades later.

One of the things I regret is that I had too much time at that time, but I rarely recorded the present in the form of photos, and many people's outlines want to remember, but they are very vague, because it is love.

How pure the love was at that time.

Too often, most of the time I wonder if some people are the most beautiful only by living in their memories, the girl who looks ugly, wears hearing aids in her ears, and can't speak clearly, suddenly resigned, maybe called the leader, and simply mentioned it to us, and many people replied to what kind of words after reading it, I watched coldly, without the slightest feeling, but a lot of plots about her came to mind. At the annual meeting, she ate the most happily, and she looked straight at the new dishes on the table. The surrounding businesses have a little discount, and they are so excited that they can't wait to rush over immediately. I know that if she is more beautiful and her manners are more elegant, then her little actions are cute, and they are more heart-warming prompts, that is, about simple endorsements, that is, me, or we are too realistic, so we have to distinguish everything from the previous one, and we can't treat these things correctly from the first impression. At that moment, I also remembered a lot of people I hated before, but at this moment, the two worlds no longer have any connection, and all that comes to mind is smiling faces.

Those emotions that unconsciously entangle themselves are like floating life, and they will eventually be like dreams. They are agitated, flashing with transparent fire, constantly multiplying themselves, more and more, accumulating denser and denser, until they finally burst and form a plague that strangles human cells. A lot of things happen like inadvertent, but in fact, it is premeditated, it festers about helpless regeneration in bits and pieces, so that the second time can not continue to struggle, until finally completely dead, no longer have the ability to reproduce. Those who have crossed paths have become people who have passed by, and those who have passed by have become people who have never met. Now that I think about it, it doesn't matter if it's worth cherishing, and experiencing it is growth, which means having. I tried it for the first time during the time I lost contact with Yuanyuan, and it turned out that friendship can be just as painful as love.

The river is piling up in an attempt to break the ice. The departing migratory birds chirped low and lost. There is too much negativity pouring into the thick soil and burying it.

I always thought that when I left the familiar realm of this piece, a new world would emerge in front of me, but the feeling of being overwhelmed and lonely after suddenly being in an unfamiliar environment made me feel panicked, their anxious pace and anxious affection seemed to be a struggle, and they were also passers-by in the city. What is the reason why we are always tired of the city we are in and run to another city? I thought it was to prove my existence, but the truth is that you have to face loneliness, whisper to loneliness, and eventually try to drive it out of your own way. The emotional books I bought always wrote that very rubbish people met very good girls in a strange city, and then they started a story between them that made people cry unconsciously after watching it, whether true or false, I am not qualified to comment, are all secrets that the author has egged in the annual rings. I don't expect to have such a thrilling opportunity, I just want to be able to gently hug the girl I have known for a long time but always miss it, I just want to be able to live a slightly more satisfying life in Shijiazhuang in the future, I just want to never have to wander alone in the middle of the night after buying drunk and don't want to go home, I just want the people around me to be healthy and healthy without any accidents, I just want to see some of my works read by most people before I get old completely. I don't want to lose anything anymore, I curse this sky that is always drowsy and powerless to take care of the earth, I kneel on the top of the mountain and pray that life will not go on in such vulgarity, I want someone to remember it in a hundred years, I just want to be happy.

All rules are cleared to zero, and no puzzles are covered in fog. Close your eyes and break into the darkness and burn all the evidence to ashes. If I have to surrender to begging at the feet of fate in the end, then I would rather use my best strength to rewrite the trajectory. Now even children are trying to dismantle the unchanged youth era, and then completely stand in the center of society and use their own ability to make the earth tremble.

Many people's strange ideas come from the novels they read when they were children, and those passionate sentences are subconsciously recorded, and the illusory urban plot is easy to be imitated as reality. I rarely read books that deviate from reality.

She sat in the corner and cried sadly, and the whole corridor was filled with a sad atmosphere, as if this was the original meaning of autumn, and the pink dress was decorated with fresh dye on the floor, and the tears would wet the dust and crush it into traces. As in the novel, I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and gently handed it to her, thinking that some sensational language would appear next, in exchange for the other party crying even more sadly. The tears fell to the ground like a torrential rain, and I was stunned in place. The other party is a senior sister who is one year older than me, maybe she doesn't know my name, but I secretly watch her for a long time every day, and it is not a passing by to appear in front of her at this moment.

Is there only one person whose world view is dim, it is the best time to invade, you give her a little hope, she returns you to the ocean before.

She later said: "It's not terrible for everything to fall, it's terrible to leave you alone to face this." Even though it was daylight, it felt pitch black all around, because my eyes had been blurred by tears, and if you hadn't shown up that day, I wouldn't even have the courage to stand up again. The weak axis at the bottom of the human heart can easily disappear, and if it does disappear, I will think of leaving. I know you're not going to let me go. ”

Time flies in an instant, and what happened is frantically exiting into non-existent space, fortunately, with residual memories, black and white are reversed and the world seems to be anxious.

When all the lights on the stage are extinguished, it represents a one-man show at the end of the song, no one likes to use their thin bodies to resist the wind, and no one likes to whisper in the cave. The drifting bottle that did not sink to the bottom of the sea floated lonely in the direction of the disappearance of the sunset, with a huge wish of a man. The background behind the photography under the high bridge is surging on the Internet, trying to blend in with everyone's beating heart.

So we can only move forward bravely with a pair of seemingly clear and practical hazy eyes, and bury the foreshadowing of the future that is difficult to resist with will again and again at the root of the years. The hundreds of millions of atoms that have been streaked through in the process are all enjoying the decline brought about by pain, and it is very clever to spread wild in the weaker places of the resistance cells, enjoying the grand feast of devouring the infinite devouring little by little, just like the infinite substance that desire wants to have, the freshness replaces the cruelty and replaces the rapid advance to the more superficial moment, and after another century it turns into a particle that cannot be described in words as a particle that does not exist than dust.

The melody of the ten-finger beating is related to the emotion, and the self-deception hums and blurts out the feeling of not having the slightest rhyme.

The fluttering maple leaves kept falling in the air, spun around a few times, and floated into the lake, waving multiple ripples.

Focusing on the petals of the rose that is about to fall, it is only at this moment that the length of time can be felt.

Slow down, slower again, and you can break down the action more slowly.

Even if you can't get close to eternity, you want to be casual.

What about being praised and reviled by others?

The game in this muddy world should still be a little naughty.

All the gorgeous scenes are gradually fading, losing their essential appearance, and the ellipsis is forced to be reduced to a full stop. What is ultimately overlaid is what we all lose together, unseeable, but clear. It's like hundreds of millions of films in movie theaters at the moment.

After all, we are no longer young, and even if we deliberately do not be able to relive the happy transformation we once had, after all, things are not people and are unforgettable episodes that everyone has experienced. Those green silhouettes have long since become the brightest spot of light under the dark street lamp, and you can feel that it is still fading, and one day it will all freeze.

I don't know how much time I have left for the rest of my life, and when my own aura will be defeated, the distance is covered by layers of haze that makes it difficult to breathe, this world has always made people feel so lonely, even the loneliness of some people. Those colorful pictures, as if from the moment they were created, have been destined to be watched by which groups of people in the future, what it means to leave, and what it means to stay, for us teenagers who have lost their way home, they are just at the mercy of the ethereal.

The saddest thing I ever saw was when I took a coupon that I thought was already very luxurious before 500 to check out, staring at the child who was a few years younger than myself and took out a credit card from the bottom of his pocket and swiped the meal list of 4,000, at that moment, I felt that my self-esteem was being kneaded hard, and the face that was smiling in the last second was suddenly pulled down, and the next moment I was embarrassed to stretch out my mobile phone for the camper to verify. This should not be a constant comparison, but I feel that I am too weak, too pitiful, and my silent thinking enjoys the excitement of the people around me, which is the only way I examine myself.

The gradual prosperity of this world means that we will struggle to follow in the future, when our elders ask us if we can make a choice, whether we can live the future according to the ideas of their predecessors, even if it is just to pick a day to try. Is this a sadness? On the road to the ideal success, what is needed is to break away from the thinking framework of ordinary people, and use another difficult to cross posture to make themselves different, rather than covering their ears and stealing bells every day to stay on the company's desk and fantasize about some unrealistic tomorrow.

The prosperity and fall represent the rebirth of fresh blood, and the innocence left in the heart is very layered and decayed, and the dust that constantly blows from the north spreads a thick quilt for it, and labels it is lonely after sleeping. I like to stand in a daze against such a gray background, trying to try to paint it with my own alternative colored pencils, I have never seen where the beam of light is pure gold, and the vehicles on both sides of the road that are constantly moving fast have not been completed and forgotten here, these pictures cannot be recorded with the best equipment, maybe this year. Every year, when it is reduced to every month, different places are facing various types of demolitions, and I don't understand why the cultural relics are so valuable, and the existing places are constantly being overthrown, and the crows sigh in the dark places hundreds of miles away.

Suddenly, I had an idea, starting from Shijiazhuang, buying a train ticket with the longest duration, and feeling the length of time with my heart.

If you can't say forever, you can say that it was before.