Author: Tang Tang (Le Yun)

Sometimes, we feel like the people around us are like lottery tickets, they show up in our lives just to make our ridiculous dreams come true. As Hermann Hesse said: "I feel that life is like a deep and sad night, which no one can endure if it were not for the occasional flash of lightning." The time brought by lightning in that moment can give us infinite beautiful comfort. A few seconds can wipe away years of darkness. ”

Your presence is like a light in the dark moments of my life, although fleeting, it still brings me great comfort and hope. "No matter if depression is not by my side in the end, I have paid hard, and I will not be back to the lake in the future." Xue Jie said to herself silently.

Xue Jie is a sensitive girl, many things have their own extra understanding and opinions, Xue Jie has a bad problem, as long as there is something in her heart, she will be sleepless at night. Xue Jie never judges anyone's rights and wrongs, discusses the rights and wrongs of others, and Xue Jie feels that kind of behavior is a special behavior. Life is already very busy, I can't even take care of myself, how can I have time to gossip about others.

But it's often the case that you get sick and then you find that there are people with the same disease everywhere. You lose a dog and find that the street is full of stray dogs. The human situation is a kind of sieve, screening the people and things that fall into our field of vision, once a person falls into a situation, he will become a magnet, sucking iron filings to his side.

"Xue Jie, why don't you sleep yet? Don't stay up late. It may be that she had a hunch that Xue Jie hadn't slept yet, and the master used the trumpet to send a message to Xue Jie on a certain note.

Xue Jie saw it and was slightly touched in her heart. The people who should have cared for me have disappeared; People who shouldn't care about me are still watching in the middle of the night. Life is like that, a person appears in your life just to teach you something, and then disappears forever. The appearance of the master is to teach Xue Jie to recognize reality, so that Xue Jie can experience her own dedication to Xue Jie like Xue Jie's dedication to depression, and she can't extricate herself.

When you meet the wonderful or the best, you will find that the lottery is still a very benevolent and simple product, and a person's vision will be pulled so wide.

"I'm fine, you rest early." Xue Jie replied to the master, closed her eyes, and sighed deeply. Perhaps, you are the only one who knows that I was hacked so badly, but you don't dislike me.

"Don't always say what you like, the coming day is not long, don't leave today's hug to a cloudy day, the future may be indefinite. I hope you will continue to play with the world with great interest and keep walking on the road full of flowers. Xue Jie sent a message to the master and turned off her mobile phone casually.

Being loved is like winning the lottery, and I hope I'm lucky. But where did I get so lucky? Xue Jie remembered that when she first learned poetry, she cared for and cared for herself. At that time, Xue Jie didn't even know modern poetry, and after writing it every day, she would send it to the shallow words, and the shallow words would help Xue Jie revise them, and the shallow words should be regarded as Xue Jie's poetry enlightenment teacher. Later, Qianci also wrote a poem "Partridge Sky Butterfly" to Xue Jie, which was the first time in Xue Jie's life that someone wrote a poem for herself, and Xue Jie couldn't forget the excitement when she received a poem from someone else for the first time.

"Partridge Day. Butterfly

The flowers are turned like green carved silk, and the leaves are like colorful curtains.

The light posture is thin and the wings are delicate and delicate, and the fresh air is ethereal with the fragrance.

The eyes are yingying, the period of speech, through the bush and fly down the branches in the hand.

Wanhua does not hide the elves, and people can know it in their hearts.

- Shallow words

People live for a certain moment, and my love for poetry began from this moment. Although Xue Jie and Qianzi couldn't even be friends later, Xuejie was still grateful to Qianzi, without the original Qianzi, there would be no Xuejie today.

Thinking of this, Xue Jie got up and turned on the small lamp on the bed, took out a notebook from under the pillow, and rhymed the words written to herself.

"Partridge Day. Butterfly

The curling Pingyi provokes the fishing line, and the flowers are yin and want to cloth the leaves into a curtain.

The fragrance lingers with butterflies, and the purple air shocks the swallow of the swallow.

Thousands of thoughts, all kinds of periods, waiting for idle flying on the branches in your hands.

Twilight comes and goes, and people become their own, and they know themselves in the deep space of shallow love.

- Xue Jie

Once, I wasn't even a rookie, and when I had the ability to rhyme your words, you were someone I couldn't forgive in my life. I'm ruining myself all the time. At the same time, it was reborn from its own ruins. Broken objects always have more surface than whole, and I want to love, but I can't love anymore.

"I'll go, Xuejie, are you waking up so early? It's only four o'clock and you're posting your poem. The little brother suddenly saw Xue Jie's work, and sent a message to Xue Jie.

"It's not that I woke up so early, it's that I didn't sleep at all." Xue Jie smiled and continued to reply to the little brother, "By the way, I've known each other for so long, what's your name?" ”

"My name is Wu Xi, it's a pleasure to meet you, little sister." The little brother happily sent a message, "You didn't sleep all night, just to write this?" ”

"No, I was in a bad mood and wrote with insomnia." Xue Jie replied to Wu Xi.

"I'll go, you're too capable, I'll obey you, if you really can't sleep, I'll tell you ghost stories, scare you to death." Wu Xi sent a message to Xue Jie.

"Haha, I'm not afraid of ghosts, you can tell me, I want to see how terrifying it is." Xue Jie came to the spirit all of a sudden, ghost story, wow, so exciting.

"Okay, then I'll start talking, in the past, we ,......" Wu Xi began to tell Xue Jie a ghost story.

The growth of new things is always going back and forth. So it is with the newborn me, destroyed in silence and reborn in destruction. I have two selves, one awake in the darkness and the other asleep in the time, like fire and dead branches, one part of me consumes the other. I want to forget all the time, and at the same time I keep remembering, in an infinite loop......