The shadows reflected in the light, dimmed as the music ends, like a bright red flower core that has stopped burning in the magical world.

Why do you want to sound at this moment, although I feel good, I don't want to walk off the stage and enjoy the loneliness in the dark.

Life always seems to be like this, a way of life that others can't understand, and self-interest that is intoxicated by panic.

There were so many emotions that I wanted to release until four o'clock in the morning, when I heard the extras in the neighborhood complaining on the phone.

I watched as the lights of the city came on again, and I could feel the sound of laughter from a distance.

But why should there be a reverse existence, the lonely expectations of tens of thousands of people are just to set off, or they deserve it.

Through the glass, infinite anticipation. The existence of those three-dimensional pictures is like a solitary painting that has long been completed, and it is gradually fading.

What was in my mind, floating in the shadows, not being seen clearly, I knew it was the last trace of concern that I didn't want to let go of easily.

Although it is far away from me, it has always been frozen under the deep sea for hundreds of miles, and it will not melt easily in the face of the refraction of flames all day long.

I remember saying to myself a long time ago, don't make promises easily, why is a desire in my heart at this moment, and I feel like it's gradually warming up at this moment.

If you can't figure it out, you don't want to, let time flow like this, floating in the gaps that are still flowing in the main song of life.

I remember playing at my best friend's house in my third year of high school, and I accidentally dug out a black notebook under the bed.

Out of curiosity, I opened the black cover cover, and the lower right corner of the blank paper on the first page was the name written in a red circle pen, and then turned to the second page, and saw a sentence written on it, what would it be like to marry love?

Turning the page back, there was no handwriting left. The name is from a friend's mother, and the words are written fairly one stroke at a time, which is very delicate.

Although I had a girlfriend at that time, I was still quite simple about love, and the blood flowing in my heart was hot.

I don't think it should be, how can two people who have no love give birth to burly friends.

At lunchtime, I put my notebook on the dining table and asked my friend's mother, "Auntie, why are you writing this?" Isn't it because of love that two people get married and live together?

My friend's mother hurriedly picked up the notebook on the table, went into the bedroom and hid it, and returned to the dining table to tell me perfunctorily that it was something from a long time ago.

I nodded, not daring to say anything more. glanced at his friend who was eating heavily, and sighed in his heart, what a child with low emotional intelligence is really stupid.

Now that I think about it, my friend's mother should have been very poor at that time, and there was no choice for many things, and it was decades after a mess, and I personally felt a little ridiculous, but most people would think it was too much than normal.

What is love? Why do love songs that make you want to cry stay on the bestseller charts longer than love songs?

Why is it that in Zhang Jiajia's novels, the stories that make people cry are more memorable than those that make people laugh and get drunk?

There are so many answers, I can name them all at random.

After the breakup of my first love, I was a little depressed, and once on the bus to give up my seat to my grandmother, she took the initiative to talk to me.

She said, "Kid, you know what, I'm in my seventies now, and I feel cool all over my body, like it's winter, and I need someone to warm me." You're still young, it's like summer, you're hot, and you need to water yourself with ice water constantly.

And now, the ice water used to water you has not stabilized, all you have to keep looking for until one day you really find the bucket of ice water that can really water you, hold her hand firmly and never let go.

I don't understand, I've found it, I gave everything I can to love her, why it's best to face the fate of being abandoned.

She also said that we are all mortals, and we live for some mortal things. I've lived so long, I've experienced so many people and things to get to where I am today, and I feel that too much of a young man and too much of a hard grasp is useless.

We are all being pushed forward by time, it is not that we are choosing fate, nor is fate choosing us, it is character.

I'm a person who is about to be buried in the ground, and at my age, when I think about the things that I think I have to die or live, I don't think it's worth mentioning at all.

Why do you need to be reincarnated, and your feelings have been burned by snow for a long time.

I was wondering if I would have been warm by my grandmother's age.

However, I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't think of it.

The plot of the movie I have seen and the warm novel I have read have long forgotten what time it was and deleted it in my memory. When I revisited it for the second time, I was still crying after laughing out loud.

It turns out that people can really be like fish, but they magnify the seven-second memory N times to continue.

Just like that woman at the beginning, she was hurt so deeply, but now she is still in love.

Even if you have the intention to disturb, you are powerless to subvert it. Why do people live so uniquely?

How many words can be said in a second? In the software that I have learned to draw sound and picture, it can stop for eternity.

The skies that staggered the two areas did not have the ability to open the umbrella at the moment when the rain fell, and the tone of the long-term inquiry seemed to have been greeted.

Your world, minecraft, this is called a long-distance relationship.

Later, the more I grew up, the more cautious I was about my feelings, and I was afraid that if I accidentally missed it, it would be my life.

Because I am afraid that the other party will miss it, I will become a passer-by who is too lazy to pick up my mobile phone and contact with the phone in the future, in fact, it is not lazy, but I don't dare, I dare not face the familiar voice that I can't be familiar anymore.

So sometimes I feel like a bastard, and I never think about how deeply I will hurt the other party when I say it, as long as I finish venting my temper, and I want the other party to be unconditional as usual afterwards.

When my lover's tears touched my fingertips, I realized that it was cold.

It wasn't as the ballad said, it was hot, and I froze, and I didn't even have the strength to stretch out my hand to comfort me.

Letting her tears continue to flow from the corners of her eyes and leave on her face, I felt more helpless than her.

It's like a quarrel, it's more like going through the motions, because after dawn, everything is left to debt.

For some reason, there is always a delusion in the subconscious that I will definitely cheat after getting married, which is for sure, although I still don't know what the other party will look like when I walk to the wedding scene in the future.

And I myself always seem to be extremely affectionate on the outside, and I look very good to my lover at first glance, but the madness in my heart has long been about to be unable to hide and want to emerge immediately.

With a girl every day, she is a girl, with a slender figure and a beautiful face, and after a long time, looking at that face that has long been numb, there is no passion that has emerged, let alone a woman after marriage.

There is always a sentence written down in the homecoming record in the memo on the mobile phone, although I feel that it is very far away to do it myself.

The content is that on this long road of youth, because of your presence, the air is naturally scattered with brilliant pale light, slowly filling my empty heart little by little, very happy, very content.

I really can't describe in words how vast this world is, I may not have appreciated the scenery of one in a billion, but I just live in my world, let your brain empty like a fool, burn the years with you every day, and occasionally stop to taste the willful noise of love, just because you have completely occupied everything in me, let alone the eternity of existence, no matter how you tease, dizzy and crazy just right.

There is also a saying in reverse, how the person who meets the right person seems indifferent is because he has already tried to die or live loneliness.

Doing what you want to do is yourself, and I always comfort myself like this, not only for love, but also for family.

But I don't know where that feeling of emptiness comes from, indeed, a man like me has never been worthy of trust.

A few days ago, there was a farce at that banquet, how could it be a farce, I think it's very cool, I've been watching that person unhappy for a long time.

Afterwards, I was escorted by my superiors to apologize, haha, I am attached to it, you don't know how funny that scene is.

Am I at fault? No, but after careful calculation, it seems wrong to let the family throw their faces into the grandmother's bridge of their grandmother's house.

When I came back, I was locked up in the office by myself, and the tears that I couldn't stop were broken up by the eyelids that I was trying to turn up, it was too painful.

Until everything I saw in my pupils became blurry, I had long forgotten the innocent and hateless eyes of my childhood, and when they were polluted to the point that there was no blood.

How to describe the word buried more thoroughly?

Each of us has so many secrets buried in our hearts that we won't spit it out even if we get drunk and unconscious. Then it spread over time, stretched to tiny corners of many cities, and when it died, it naturally broke.

If you do the math, I seem to have told a lie or two to every friend I have come into contact with, not intentionally but intentionally, and lying is more like the best way to protect myself.

Looking at my current self from the mirror, there is no missing part, and I am still a relatively complete person who has changed slightly over time, but if you dissect it carefully, you will find that the disgusting black liquid is gradually eroding the bright red cells, and behind all the scars left by the years, what is recorded is the countdown to leaving.

In fact, in life, everyone is an excellent writer, from the memory of childhood to the inherent memory formed at this moment, in this process, what can be engraved in the mind is some stupid, happy, not to say deep and painful broken things.

If you record it carefully, you will find that there are actually quite a lot of readers, because everyone knows that the life you are tired of now is exactly what countless people are looking forward to, or even can call it a dream.

A lot of the time, most of the time, I'm sure many people are like me, full of confusion about the world, too many temptations in front of them, not only how to grasp and enjoy, but even for a certain period of time in their minds are full of guilt, thinking about whether to make a big one, to run for their lives.

At this moment, I should be glad that I just thought about it at the time, otherwise there should be a criminal named Chen Xuguang in a certain prison in Shijiazhuang.

Sometimes I think.

Is this world big? Emptiness knows no boundaries.

There are so many places you want to visit, and if you start traveling now, you may not be able to see all the sights you want to see until you die.

Is this world small? Alone.

It's too small, so small that I bought two movie tickets, I habitually bought two, and I don't know who to share the other with.

Sometimes I want to be with my lover and spend every minute passionately, but at the end of the day, I don't know what I have done, and it is already dark.

Not long after separation, I began to miss the excitement of the two together, and I was tired of being alone.

As a result, everything is defined as a positive and negative side.

When the sky cried, the potential impression left on the passing crowd seemed to be only silence.

The skyscrapers stood tall overhead, the transparent glass blurred by raindrops, and the fading backs felt like they were fleeing at the end of the day.

Is it true? Is everything happening in front of you real? I'm starting to get skeptical.

At the age of twenty-three, when he graduated, he began to plan for the future of the so-called life dreams, money and reputation.

Ordinary, willing? Get, does it matter? Possession, is it real?

With little by little possession, the desire swells to the point that it is about to swallow up the only bit of sobriety of itself, leaving no trace of affection.

It's basically open all year round, where did the original dream of traveling around the world go? By the way, it seems like I'm spitting into the toilet on the wine table and roaming along the sewer, but it's also casual, if you think about it, does it matter?

If one day you can really travel back in time to a certain day in the past, you don't even have the courage to choose which moment to pause.

Because I was afraid of failure, I became extra careful about too many details, and I was really tired.

Listening to my mother's favorite ballad, surrounded by the moonlight, even my breath will become extremely short.

Compared with the lost child, at least there is a villa to accompany him, when will the idea of going off the rails return.

There is always an expectation of understanding from many people, although the appearance is always casual and pretending that nothing matters.

This depressive worldview, I know that no matter how much it struggles, it will not face a collapse like in the movie novel.

The shaky faith is gradually becoming fragile, and it is just praying over and over again that nothing will happen.

Living under the aura of being deceived and growing up, sometimes I feel that there is right and wrong, no, there is no right or wrong at all, all right and wrong are just not understanding the self-definition of others.

Walking on this dark road without a trace of starlight has lasted for too long, and there is no end in sight, it is also karma.

Where do I go from here? How to distinguish the road has long been lost in the way to put down?

Anyway, you're tired, so it's better to take a deep breath and let go of the self-righteous life-saving straw you are gripping tightly. Life is full of ups and downs, everything is changing, you think that is your last hope, only to realize that even hope is a luxury. Is it really a bit difficult to find a road that is not as wide as a hair's hair and can be extended to the end?

Life is not easy, fate is unyielding. I'm imperfect myself, and no one seems to know how hurt I am, and who would put a lot of thought into this rebellious boy.

Many people say that they can see the end of my world at a glance, as a way to satirize the life of failure at this moment. Still very young, there has been hard work, it is time to let me say what is good.

The subconscious mind is still longing for more different choices, it will be a little difficult, but what is even more difficult is that we don't know how to slow down, we are changing, space has never changed, what is constantly moving is what we call time.

The sun climbs to its own summit while emitting a dazzling glow, looking down as far as it can see, and then slowly sinks. I want to seek a kind of relief, the clear and clear space around me is about to swallow me mercilessly, how many unknown things are hidden in my heart, a huge haze, I want to lose it immediately, even if it is to use the so-called departure to reverse the current situation out of control.

When I was in the second year of junior high school, my teacher said something to me, which was said by the Chinese teacher, and he was also the best teacher for me in my entire academic career.

I remember it in my heart, and to this day, I always think of myself and ask myself, is everything right now? Is it worthy of your future self?

It's been about ten years in the cycle, and it doesn't seem to be right, yes, it's very contradictory, and I know it's wrong, but I still have to do it deliberately.

Why is that? My friends and family think that I am successful, but only I know best that I am facing the most failed self every day.

I really don't understand why even when I was a child, I could blame myself for a long time for a wrong thing, now I can forget it all after a glass of wine.

Is it because those shadow-like compliments are not the surface seen by the naked eye, but the hypocrisy under the mask of flesh and skin, wishing that you would roll off the platform?

Therefore, you will always feel that there is another face hidden behind all the smiling faces, whether it is true or fake, and it doesn't matter if you are numb.

The reverse of exhaustion seems to be timid, and now I understand whether it will be too late, not married, not independent, I am still the kid who can cry, how much training is needed to become an adult.

I was never exhausted in the eyes of others, and the applause I wanted was always as promised.

Cowards, no matter who face up to their cowards, because they are afraid of disguising themselves to cold-bloodedness, even if they fall.

Even if I fell, I didn't know how to get back up, but I doubt that I had ever fallen? The world's greatest enemy stood in the mirror and stared at me every day.

Slowly, slowly, I just want to say nothing, and when a bystander looks at everything I see in front of me, the story is distorted and then transformed.

It is unknown how many scars will be added to the wound that has not healed yet, but it is good that it fits the definition of how much is gained, and how much is gradually lost at the same time.

Money and reputation, I will still not hesitate, just smile and put it all in my pocket, both are eternal.

once said to many people that he wanted to be a gentle man, but in the end he became a paranoid with multiple personalities, and he had no heart and lungs to bring this role to the fullest.

Too many unfamiliar occasions have long been numbed by the practice of changing scenes, and you can enjoy being a protagonist and not getting bored.

Everything, everything, didn't feel too important, even my mother thought something was wrong with my brain.

I began to wonder what it means to have a fulfilling life and the career they were looking forward to, and now I have done it.

They are looking forward to finding a girlfriend to start a family earlier, and now the money in the bank card can buy the hearts of many women.

Not having a family is just a problem I haven't had enough, and if they don't mind getting married and getting divorced, I can get married today.

The reason for all this is not funny, in fact, even I think so, but this is the problem that we post-90s face every day.

If I hadn't rebelled, I might have looked down on myself in the future. If I'm always rebellious, how many people should pay for it before I can laugh and say stop.

Next to the empty voice, the transparent space listened to all my confiding in the confusion, but could not get a single response.

Life, what kind of drama are you? In order to make the world cry and laugh, there is no soul to stand blindly in place and cannot float above the clouds to look down.

It's a real headache, and even the picture of closing your eyes is surreal and terrifying, and you don't have to even stop seeing your eyes to let yourself go.

We live in our own world, so we don't care about other people's abuse.

Facing the sky, he no longer wants to hear anything, he wants to forget everything, he wants to buy amnesia with all his wealth.

I want to know the me I'm talking about, if I can be friends with him.

There wasn't much reason to blurt out and persuade him, but thought.

Give him a hug tightly, it doesn't take too long, one second is enough.

There are too many things that we don't have a choice and are enduring it heartbreakingly.

Fortunately, there is an expectation, day and night looking forward to seeing the end.

I've been secretly fantasizing about that so-called end countless times in my heart.

For life.

I think it's a little different, about 24 hours, about family, about love, about friendship.

I wanted to be myself without shackles, but slowly I realized that we were all surviving.

You never know what you'll lose in the next second, so you don't know what to cherish in the next second. In this way, more and more nature will be lost. Mom said that this is life.

Walking forward, even if I am a little fragile, a little timid, a little afraid to face tomorrow, a little want to escape from this world, but I am very helpless.

Before closing the curtains and being alone with the black hole, try to leave yourself a glimmer of light.