Author: Tang Tang (Le Yun)

"Why does it hurt to be separated from others?" , because life is already painful, and the existence of those people has become a painkiller.

Ding Dong, the message ringtone remembered again, Xue Jie thought it was a depressed message, and ignored it. Immediately after, the phone rang, one after another, stubbornly refusing to hang up.

Xue Jie was helpless, picked up the mobile phone and looked at it, it turned out to be a call from Qianqian, Xue Jie answered, "Hey, Qianqian." ”

"Xuejie, what is your favorite color?" Qianqian asked Xue Jie and continued, "I'm shopping alone now, alas, it's so boring, by the way, is your leg better?" Are you going to come back on vacation? I miss you so much, Xue Jie, my internship period is almost over, alas, the specialty is too difficult. ”

"I like pink the most, the faint kind of pink." Xue Jie listened to the shallow story and hurriedly answered. I can't help but secretly think that this little girl can go shopping, and her feelings have come out of that disappointed relationship.

"Ouch, why are you the same as I like, I also like pale pink." Qianqian asked Xue Jie again, "By the way, how are you and your boyfriend, are you still as good as before?" ”

"I," Xue Jie was so easy to calm down, but was asked by shallow, and the whole line collapsed. "I don't understand what's going on, and I don't know what I'm going to do. My heart is so uncomfortable. Xue Jie cried.

People rely on the pain of separation to discern love. I think, compared to this, what is more cruel is that "painkillers" can only temporarily paralyze the pain, once you become dependent on the medicine, then sooner or later one day you will suffer several times more painful than the original pain, if you want to live well, you still have to return to the self-salvation of the soul. In the words of Sanmao, which I like very much, it is: "What is the heart, it is like a maze, thousands of miles away, and there is no boat that can cross people, except for self-crossing, others can not help." ”

I don't want to spend any more time getting used to another person, accepting what is good and what is not good, and then hurting each other and repeating and repeating.

"Xue Jie, didn't he send you any more messages after that?" After listening to Xue Jie's crying, she continued, "If a boy really likes you, he should think that when he does this, he will hurt you." And those unbridled conversations in his comment section can only show that he doesn't care about you. When you get angry because of this, he knows that you are sad, but his explanation is not even perfunctory. Xue Jie, if it comes to tomorrow, he still doesn't have time to explain all this to you, breaking up is the best result for the two of you. ”

After Xue Jie listened to the shallow words, it was like a thousand arrows piercing her heart. I frantically collect every happy moment and want to use them to fight back against every bad thing. We treat our loved ones as an extension of ourselves, and the pain of being separated from them is equivalent to being separated from a part of ourselves. Too strong feelings will end up like this, either abandoned or painful.

"Okay." After Xue Jie said this, she hung up the phone and cried sadly.

I love you more than you'll ever know。

I want you to leave me with joy, not pain. Sometimes, I know it's so sad to leave, and I'd rather I didn't know you. But in the world, where are there so many ifs. All that you have left in my life, I have never regretted it. It's just that the sincere love I had before has disappeared, and my love should be reserved for those who deserve it.

"Sigh of the Warbler's Cry"

Chunhui is rippling, and the red curtain is embroidered.

The leaves are willows, a place of residual flowers, and the swallow dancer is urging the twilight.

Leaning on the fence to see, the wind is curling, and the fence is connected to the forbidden tree.

sighed and was speechless.

Tibetan dreams contend, meditative drunk, and the world is like dust dew.

Splash ink, strong new words, infatuation only send Haosu.

The words are vague, blurry and intermittent, tears are wiped lightly, and thousands of sorrows are separated.

The dark soul disappears, the end of the world is close at hand, and the idle is disappointed.

Thousands of mountains are faint, thousands of rivers are far away, and they are boiled shallowly every year.

Since then, the vanity and leisure place, the noise is at your disposal, and all thoughts follow the wind, and you are not like rain.

Thanks to Gu Pan, Jialiang is depressed, and he is sad and sad. Nai Qing Zhong, several Xiaoxiang crossings.

Crimson tears, reading the poems in front of the window, lonely and crushed into cold soil.

The edge of the dust is not broken, the touch is still hurt, and I am getting lazy and tailoring.

And spot check, the original intention is difficult to protect. The years come and go, drink the tall buildings, sing and dance solo.

Don't write about worry, the end of the world is hateful, and it is difficult to send empty geese.

Acacia, intestinal broken piano and conpoy.

Close your eyes and disdain a thousand reds, how can you be safe about the old things, and ask Qing if you know?

——Tang Tang (Le Yun)