Mo lingered back in the room, thinking thoughtfully.

The dark clouds obscured the moon, and at the same time, they also obscured the glimmer of light and warmth in the secluded world.

When he arrived at the bed, he was in a state of panic, dancing alone in Mo Liulian's mind, refusing to be quiet.

When the autumn wind is silent, a pillow of thoughts, can settle into the dream, not disturbed, that is, complete.

The stupid self, no matter how quiet and peaceful it is outside, can never calm the restless heart, just want to sit alone and listen to the faint heart sound of almost stopped thoughts from the bottom of the heart.

How many times I look forward to entering a dream, I always hope that it is a beautiful and warm dream;

In the heart, in the dream, existing, remembering, some people, some things, if you can't wait for the autumn breeze to rise, you should stay, you should go, go to another country, and life is a good scene.

I feel that the strange and strange anomalous phantom is always beckoning to me warmly,

At this time, someone knocked on the door, calling him in the middle of the night, and Mo's dusty memories were awakened, and all thoughts went back to many years ago.

I have laid down with him on the grass and looked up at the clouds in the sky, and I have laid down with him on the roof and looked at the stars in the sky.

But I don't know that the cloud is the harbor where the soul dwells, the hope of flying, and the starry sky is the meteor garden in the depths of the soul, and the land under the promise is desolate.

Could it be that the moment of hope flying, the moment when the meteor slips down, is just a cup of drunkenness, just a cup of ecstasy and a cup of relief. Who, then, is sad and who is drunk?

At that time, leaning on the crook of the wooden wind, guarding a secluded window, a lonely lamp, and half a volume of books, I saw that the past with joy and sorrow was washed by time, and only a touch of warmth remained, no longer entangled, no longer complaining, and no longer exploring right and wrong.

If all the encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence, every earthly fate time has already laid the foreshadowing, if you do not live up to each other's bloom, in your heart, in yourself, you can have no complaints.

The silence of the room is squeezed and forced by the silence of the whole world.

The one who woke up listened quietly for a while, and then fell deeper into his sleep.

Through the walls and dreams, the snow fell one after another, and it did not wet anything and hit nothing.

It's just layered and silent.

Leave you in the night, without a trace.

Just bury you quietly in your dreams.

The rings of the years slowly passed by us, and the past scenes were laid out one by one, so that Mo's lingering life memories were not so boring, and some good memories were still vividly rooted in his mind.

Disappearing, the age that should not be nostalgic, but we will not learn to forget, day and night missing, with a little loneliness,

Mo couldn't help but think of that day, his heart was unwilling to howl loudly on a deserted street corner, venting his inner voice.

That is to say, the picture scroll of life has completely changed, if it can be redrawn, if it can be made up, Mo Liulian will definitely delete this road of wind and rain, stay in the days before meeting him, stop at the original point, and no longer move forward.

That night, Mo Liulian painted a tomb for himself and buried the past.

At the moment of zero o'clock that night, Mo Liulian was reborn from nothingness, different from the past, different from yesterday.

finally encountered the whiteness of the East, and the tired heart seemed to settle down.

In the past few days, I have been in a state of turmoil, difficult to cut and difficult to understand, and there is always a kind of melancholy that accompanies me at all times.