How I want to keep my love with me. There is a blue sky outside the window.
But I can't. We are too far apart, too far away.
You once pointed to the brightest star in the sky and named it after me with a smile. Later, every night with stars, I always looked at the star to see if the star that once belonged to me would go with you.
Go too far, you go too far, I thought I could reach out and hold your hand. In the end, you are still as far away as that star. We are too far apart, too far away.
I can't hear you. I can't hear your answer. I only know that waiting is the price I pay for you.
At the moment of falling leaves, my heart would rather blowing in the wind than you go too far, too far and out of reach.
Distant prose 2 dreams, how dreamy and comforting it sounds.
But he is just a dream after all.
I woke up from a dream,
There is nothing left.
Like from heaven,
Straight into hell.
I fell down.
Nobody cares.
Sometimes I think.
Why are we so tired?
Why do you have to listen to others?
Is that man himself?
Does he know you?
Why?
Why?
Who can give me an answer?
Tears are hazy, and everything will pass.
I feel fine.
But that's just perfunctory, okay?
What should be experienced is still to be experienced.
You don't need too much deception.
Ah,
I am a child.
A child who knows nothing.
I don't want to be overwhelmed by anything from you.
Once upon a time, when it was too late, it was too late.
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You always speak slowly, but we are going to graduate now. I don't think time will be slow. Maybe its race against time can't take away our feelings.
I remember that you came into my life three times in midsummer. Just like your name, it always brings warmth to people. Although the heat of midsummer makes it too late for me to meet you, I think I have already accepted your unique sunshine.
You like to watch the sun when you are sad, and you also like to ask me, in my heart, are you dawn or dusk? I remember I didn't answer, just smiled. Whether it is dawn or dusk, I know it is beautiful. We should cherish the humble sunrise and sunset, which is always good. Its value may not be at that moment sometimes.
Always love, walking on a deserted tree-lined path, with only two or three quiet friends around. So, good. Maybe our constellations are the same, maybe our hobbies are the same, maybe our interests are the same, so we will wait for the dawn together back to back.
We all know that falling in love with someone is a mistake. You said you hoped I was wrong in the end, because it was a heartfelt mistake, warm. At this moment, you live in my heart. You are so close to me, but I feel so far away. I hope at this moment, time stops.
In the deep winter, there are less words and more actions between us. Perhaps there is no joy of meeting at the beginning, and the sense of existence with silly brushes. I didn't feel ridiculous for my previous behavior, but I felt that I was young and ignorant at that time.
You love early autumn ginkgo and I love cliff lily. They are just small, unknown and insignificant, and they are hermits of a flower. We all fell in love with the fragrance and persistence in flowers.
Looking at your face, I know I just care, but I swallowed it on my lips. I can understand that action, but I can't pretend to understand it, because you want me to be that naive child. Unfortunately, we are all paranoid Pisces.
Thinking too little and doing too much seem to be the habit of protecting each other. After a long time, I naturally accepted it. Maybe I am carefree, but I am already anxious. I only use expressions to hide myself, but I always don't know how to cherish it.
One listens quietly, the other says silently. After a few words, there was silence. You don't say I don't understand, this is the distance. If I don't say you are silent, it is speechless. Maybe we have nothing in common, but when we grow up, everything will only be buried in our hearts, leaving silent regrets.
In winter, we are always chasing. We thought it was only one step away, but it ran farther and farther, and we were not far from the finish line. Is there a saying that there is only chase between us, endless chase until death? I thought time would deepen our feelings, but I think I was wrong. Jiang waves can't be washed away, and time is diluted. I think a torrent may take away things, but it can't be warm. It's just that there are too many gaps between us and too little understanding, which makes us who we are today.
Flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again. It is the love between us that dilutes, not the feelings between us. It's not what people say. We think something has escaped, and it may never appear. I want to get those things back, but it's too late now. Did you leave your love and feelings to someone better? Does he feel the same way about you as I do?
Thinking about the original dribs and drabs, I smiled, laughing so painfully, yes, what can I do besides laughing? Nature makes people, everything is providence!
I still remember what you said: once upon a time, we were too late and too late. Blame me for not cherishing it, and eventually we will part and let our hearts go with the wind.
……
I know you are close at hand, out of reach.
Looking back carefully, the dusty fate on the other side is just an unreachable dream. Wrong meeting, wrong knowing each other and wrong cherishing are all wrong. Love is not a cause and effect, fate is all that is predestined, and everything has a destiny. After the baptism of wind and rain, the precipitation of time, I still think that the bustling glitz will drift with the wind. ...
I know that I am in the nearest place to you, but my heart is out of reach.
With an unreal desire, I always feel that love is as beautiful as the stars in the night sky. For lovers, it is far away, and there is no courage to continue. Isn't this the bondage of life?
You are in another street, so I love the night outside the window. Outside the window, there is rain and wine, and there is no wind; The water is light; Night, very quiet. At this moment, a drop of rain fell on my lips. Is this a tear I miss or you miss? Reach out the palm of your hand, accept the desolation, feel my temperature, enchanting once, a little sad, and wander back to this emotional edge several times.
Tonight, I crossed the distant river with focused eyes and hit my heart in a silent way. Your affectionate eyes and gentle words, through the world of mortals, through the horizon, burning my missing heart; At one end of the sky, my eyes through the night sky, through the thick canopy, brought me a piece of helplessness.
You always say: you don't like Plato's love, you don't like obscurity.
So, how can this emotion really exist? I think you must be as confused as I am. I know very well that fireworks, no matter how beautiful, can't wait for dark after all. Life, if I can, I will definitely choose again and won't make the same mistake again. Stay here, dare not go on, sometimes feel that I can't get in, I can't come back, and I make a mess of myself. My world, how long will you stay? Tell me, how long can I keep it?
In the face of the illusory life, some disputes and contradictions have emerged. How should people choose? People get along with each other as if we are all attracted to each other. This began with the similarity and common recognition of two people at the beginning, and then we became familiar with each other and gradually discovered each other's shortcomings. Personality is so out of place, there are many, many differences. However, when problems arise, why does everyone lack respect and protection? Quarrel and contradiction are not necessarily bad things, at least they show that they are familiar with each other, and maybe they can adjust their feelings occasionally. However, it is more important to know that enough is enough, don't make a big deal out of it, and leave room for concession for the other party and yourself, right? I feel silent when I think about these hearts.
Maybe for you, you are depressed. If you don't take it out on me, who else are you looking for? I had a bad day. Why don't I torture you? Perhaps, this is also a process for two people to share their emotions. There are so many people in the world that two strangers can come together to talk about "fate". True fate and happiness need two people who are destined to run together and take care of them, right? A person's life can be very long until he is tired of this world; A person's life can also be very short, too short to give up his other half. If you feel happy, you will feel that life is short; If you feel pain, you will feel the years are long. Instead of wasting life in long years, it is better to let short life wander in happiness and bloom brilliantly every day. Shouldn't we cherish the people who are predestined friends, cherish the initial feelings and cherish the persistent persistence?
In the face of reality, we met briefly and left in a hurry. You, even if you row into the shore of my heart, are also a boat slowly drifting to the sea. When you don't come, my eyes are full of expectations; When you came, I couldn't hold the residual temperature, lingering like a cloud. For you, although the distance is closer now, I miss it more. I always feel a throb in my heart. Is it because I don't want to protect or the reality is too far away?
I knew from the beginning that if there was an ending between you and me, it would be a cup of herbal tea. At night, I always sit by the window and light all the lights. Although the light in the space is as bright as day, it can't shine on the gloomy place in my heart. Faced with various factors, I still can't let go, and there is endless darkness in front of me. I understand that sometimes in life, I win eternity in an instant, and countless thoughts flow slowly with the music in my ear, haunting the love that I can't touch in this life.
Close at hand, far away. When I saw you looking back at the horizon in your dream, at that moment, our hearts, with time and distance? ,? With the environment, slowly go far, out of reach. ...
The unreachable prose 5 0 1
I had a dream before I graduated from college. In the dream, the rusty knife chopped sweet potato leaves, and in the gray old stone cave, the half-broken green red leaf stems were mixed with bran paste, and several big pigs with long ears and black flowers were greedily eating. Results Gastroenteritis broke out in the early morning and a cold sweat broke out after waking up.
I wrapped my clothes and covered my stomach and called a car to the hospital. I sat alone in the emergency room, rubbing my hair and staring at the ceiling of the hospital. Oh, I am really embarrassed now. I am nearing graduation, but I have no courage to face life. Before living a carefree life, how many worried nights did you boil your dreams, reality and despicable self into a pot of astringent Chinese medicine? Pessimism made me degenerate, and I was slowly overwhelmed by this trend.
I took out my mobile phone to call home, but it was turned off. I counted the moldy spots on the wall in front of the drugstore, and I didn't know what to say. I became more and more silent.
Go back to the dormitory and finish the medicine. Go to the bathroom and brush your teeth in front of the mirror. For a few minutes, I didn't speak and looked at myself quietly in the mirror. All the past fragments spread out in my mind frame by frame. Looking at the dripping bangs and the dark blue stubble on his chin, he was suddenly hit by an affectionate sharp arrow. He was so miserable that he bent down at once, didn't even wash his mouth, and turned back to his room with a foaming mouth.
Later, I told a friend about it. I told her, "A long time ago, I remember that I had been looking for a sense of security in various ways. Finally, I found that no one could give me a sense of security, and gradually I learned to adjust myself. I just don't feel as strong as I thought, for the sake of simple life. I must set aside some time for myself to learn something systematically this year. "
"This is a very old-fashioned conversation." She sneered. "You are only in their early twenties. Don't be so desperate. "
"I didn't imitate despair, which proves that my psychological quality is good enough. I met many strange things. Today, I didn't have a nervous breakdown. I think my nerves are big enough. " I smiled and then remembered the strange dream I had that night, as if I were the imprisoned pig.
There is a poem in North Island: At that time, we had dreams, about literature, about love and about traveling around the world. Although we are still in the dream, trembling, wave after wave, mixed with blood and tears, with a bloody rain, heading for the wind. Dreams seem out of reach, but in fact, the reality is not around rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and finally becomes a black-backed pig who eats feed with peace of mind, always in order to survive.
We dreamers finally learned to bow our heads.
02
There is a milk tea shop behind Carrefour supermarket in the city center. The facade is connected with the three bedrooms in the back, and a door is full of books and publications. The boss is a bald uncle in Taiwan Province Province. Although the business in the shop is not good, he can make do with it. Anyway, he just needs a cover for life and doesn't care about income.
I once asked him, "It's your dream to open a tea shop. You must be very happy every day. "
"unhappy." He said, "Because I am very tired."
"Who doesn't want to dream come true? Sometimes what we need is not a dream, but a direction, but my direction is biased. " He put the ice into the ice crusher and pressed it hard, as if to crush his dream.
No matter what the result is, in the process of broken dreams, I can never return to the life I once dreamed of. The peaceful and exciting situation made him feel satisfied and comforted. What courage does he have to bet on an unfathomable future with "now"? Those who give up their dreams dare not use the present stability to test the future, and finally enjoy the road they choose. Whether it is hard or comfortable, it is your choice.
But I still admire those who give up their comfortable life and rush to another city without hesitation to live for their dreams. Even if I give up this little bit of stability, even if I want to start a long love letter between the two places, I will live in a dark and narrow underground single room and work overtime day and night with the minimum wage when I started my dream.
I watched him skillfully repeat hundreds of actions and secretly retorted.
"When I was in my twenties, no one told me that it would be so difficult to be in my thirties." He handed me the packaged milk tea. "You are still young. If you don't try, you will regret it. "
"Maybe."
03
I had never seen a high mountain when I was young. I never thought that the first mountain I saw was life. When I began to worry about my life and hesitated, I found that the train of youth was coming into the station. I just didn't expect it to come to an abrupt end at the highest speed, which made me hit my head.
People will not live forever, and everything will be empty after decades. More and more young people are eager to compare with those who walk comfortably and far, and want to be a better me, but we avoid it. Whether it is "people just want to be stable" or "dare to face a bleak life". In short, apart from sexual impulse, we have no impulse to fight our dreams with our own abilities, even if we miss each other.
What is a dream? Dreams are things that have endless motivation to release themselves. As long as you have the opportunity to get close to it, you will easily abandon the so-called illusory feelings and try your best to catch it.
It's just that reality has defeated many people. Even if you can keep yourself, you can't keep things around you. Watching everything around me change, leaving only myself. The unbearable weight is time, but no one can bear it.
I still have a long way to go in my life, and the busy streets are full of crowded dreams. Don't give up even in the distance, and don't rush for success.
Yourself. Anyway, the lights will be on at night, and people will be cool when they walk. Why worry?
04
Oscar Wilde said: There are two tragedies in life. One is not getting what you want. There's already one. Always want to pursue something, but it often means losing something. We are too young, so we think everything too well.
This is not right.
In the face of dreams, I often hesitate for a long time and think twice before acting, but I still don't have the courage to take the present as all bets. The only unfairness in this world is that some people have the ability to accept unfairness while others don't. If everyone has the ability to accept injustice, the world will be fair. This is an excuse I made up to deceive myself by laughing at the status quo. Sometimes I can't see a glimmer of hope in my struggle, so I can only encourage myself by making up a sentence.
Before I quit this gambling game, I often come up with an excuse to convince myself, such as "reality". Began to change in stubborn resistance again and again. Some become complacent, some begin to doubt themselves, some choose to forget the past, commit suicide, and then become losers in this struggle. However, when we saw others using the same bet as ours, they gritted their teeth and put all their eggs in one basket and won a lot of money. I admire and envy their desperate courage and extraordinary ability.
After studying right and wrong for more than 20 years, I found that reality only talks about winning or losing. Is this growth?
Other people's dreams may not be as good as yours, but they are more wonderful than yours. If you are happy enough, you probably don't want to dwell on those so-called dreams. But we are probably unhappy now, so we are so eager to deny ourselves.
The life we want is nothing more than to experience the world and meet the storm that may knock us down. Struggle towards dreams all the way, not to change the world, but to prevent the world from changing us.
The process of realizing dreams is not smooth sailing, so it is particularly precious.
If there is no you in the spring dream, if there is no you on the street corner in summer, even the autumn wind can't bring you back here. My heart is like a cold winter.
Spring passes by the garden and meets you in the rainy season when flowers bloom; I walked through the rugged stone road and met you in the twists and turns. Want to hide but can't hide the fate; Memories that I want to lose but can't lose.
You casually asked me, "If we don't contact for a long time, our relationship will become strange, and will it fade out of each other's life circle?" I look at your serious expression, awkward, and in the future, you and I will eventually lie in our dreams as time goes by.
I fell asleep in the dream of spring, chasing your footsteps and mine. In those young and ignorant years, you and I laughed so childish. We chased the paper plane in the sky, and suddenly, you are no longer young. You exist in my dream, let me protect you like a child loves sugar. In the spring dream, you are the joy of my youth, and you are my favorite in my memories.
The street corner in summer records too many expectations of you and me, and the whole story is here. I miss what you used to look like and the vicissitudes of time, but your face can't fade your memory. The air in summer is as warm as you. I hope to meet you on the street corner. Even if you treat me like a passer-by, even if you pretend not to hear all my words, I think this is the most beautiful encounter in my life.
I sometimes look up at the night sky and wonder where you and I will shine in the future. The summer wind blows away your memories, and you and I are still laughing on the street corner. I hope that time can be fixed at this moment, and you and I on the street corner are still ourselves. I don't know if you will appear on the street corner, and I don't know if the summer air is mixed with your warm breath, but I know that what I expect for the rest of my life is to see you again. On the street corner in summer, you are my young expectation, and all my luck is to meet you.
Memories fall to the ground like autumn leaves. Will the breeze take away my thoughts? No more tables, no more restaurants, no more playgrounds, no more you.
Goose can understand missing, can you send silk books to your pillow? I greet you in the autumn wind and hope he can bring you here. If the autumn wind messed up your ears, I hope you can still hear me. I watched you from a distance and gradually disappeared into my sight. I am like a lonely boat, drifting with the tide, drifting east and west. I want you to show me the way. I want to land in your three-acre peach garden. I want to laugh for you all my life. I want to stay awake at night for you.
Autumn wind accompanied by autumn, brushed away the sadness in your eyes. The autumn wind blows, and the folds of a lake set off a long-dormant past. I stand in the depths of autumn and release my mind. I hope miss can rub into the autumn wind, and when it blows through your ears, it can awaken your long-sleeping memory. Autumn wind, you are the secret of my youth. I write all my thoughts into the wind and give them to you.
Whether there are your distant footprints in the winter snow, the cold air laughs at my loneliness. My eyes are full of you, but you are like this winter snow. I have been looking for you with hope and laughter. Whether the sunset in the sky is your smile, whether the flying petals are your thoughts. I was in the wind, my temples were dyed white by snow, and my rickety body lost its former high spirits. Maybe this is who I am after many years, but I miss you.
I am eager to meet someone who can enjoy the sunset and see the prosperity of the world with me. I am eager to meet someone who can accompany me to consider having a drink and talk about human joys and sorrows. Now, when I met you and lost you, the cold air chilled the west window and abandoned my heart. Winter snow, you are my young obsession, I would rather dissipate all the light and heat and warm you.
I have been looking for you in spring, summer, autumn and winter. You sleep in the dream of spring and meet you on the street corner in summer. I wrote my thoughts in the autumn wind, but I didn't have you by my side that winter. You are mine all the year round, but you are out of my reach.
It turns out that love is a miracle, not everything is doomed, nor is it destined to be together. Not to mention crossing a busy street and meeting you at the finish line. There is always too much uncertainty in the world of love. Sometimes, if you miss it, you will miss it forever. Dear you, I'm sorry, I can't stand behind you sadly anymore.
Honey, do you remember the first time we met? Remember the moment when we first met? Do you remember our accidental acquaintance? Our meeting was so sudden that even this love was an accident. The accident came suddenly, so I went quickly.
I still clearly remember that the sky was blue that day, which made people panic and fascinated. It was on that day that I met someone who fascinated me. Your smile was really nice that day, and the beautiful radian evoked my haggard heart. Since then, my smile has only been raised for you, even though there are thousands of troops, it is not as low as your smile. And my joys and sorrows are only for you. Every time I wave my badminton, each one represents my heart, but you can't see the doomed fate.
I am a person who doesn't believe in fate. You made me believe that fate is neither too early nor too late, just in time. However, I forgot that we just met the right person in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Dear, I still like the feeling of holding you in my arms, because at that moment, time seems to be a beautiful fantasy, which makes everything stop. I, on the other hand, quietly hold you in my arms, listen to your heartbeat and smell your unique fragrance.
I never dreamed that you and I would eventually become the most familiar strangers. You, who used to be so familiar, took away the best memories I imagined that night. I can no longer hold you in my arms and listen to the beating of your breath. That unique fragrance has become my most feared smell.
Now, my world is full of sadness and beauty, leaving a residual red on the ground. The flowers that once bloomed brilliantly in my heart left only a bright scar. Occasionally, at night, a person overhears those sad songs, and tears come out of his eyes. Every time the melody rings, my heart always hurts. There is always nowhere to hide the sadness inside. And I always change songs quickly, but after all, it feels like a single cycle no matter what songs I change. In fact, I know that the reincarnation is your beautiful past.
It turns out that no matter what was once beautiful, when a person remembers it, it will always make you cry and say it. The feeling that there is nowhere to hide always makes you feel sad.
I've been alone in that empty city since you left. Actually, I want to sober myself up in another way. But I never imagined that it was just my self-deception. I just trapped myself in the cage of memory. The more I do this, the deeper my heart hurts and I can't extricate myself.
In fact, many of my feelings can't be described in those high-sounding words. Perhaps only in this way can we better bury such an emotion in our hearts and let ourselves forget it slowly and stop picking it up from the old days. I don't know if you will still feel my mood at the moment, and if you will be sad to see me like this.
All along, you like to walk around the streets. Every time I hold your hand, I just want to give you a sense of sureness. Do you remember I always said, "Honey, you are the most attractive woman in my life." Now I smile and say, "This kind of promise is enough once, and I can't give you a satisfactory answer. As long as you understand, at this moment, I still love you deeply. " If I remember the promise you gave me, you will never remember every word I said. You always give me the warmth, happiness and hope of spring when I am depressed. Maybe that's why I can't let you go.
Memories, like a mirror of time, can see the past, reluctant feelings, want to touch, but can't touch, in a trance, the past days are clear and picturesque.
I don't know if you understand that I can't bear to turn around, and I don't know if you understand my seriousness. I don't know if you understand my sadness.
Some feelings are irreplaceable after all, and some destinies are destined to be as bright and short as fireworks, leaving only cold ash. So our emotions are so ups and downs, and there are many ups and downs, but after the prosperity, they are all floating clouds.
In the residual memory, I can no longer find the warmth of the past, nor can I smell the familiar smell in the air. It used to be in the sea, but now there are clouds.
Now, I can no longer stand behind you sadly. I don't know how you are doing at the moment. I only know that at this moment, I miss you deeply.