Introduction: I don’t know where to start. There are some things that I can clearly see in the future, but there is a fork in the road. Here is the content of a girl’s sad mood diary that I have compiled for you. Let’s take a look. Chapter 1: A Girl’s Sad Mood Diary
Late at night, who is pulling the long ancient strings, and who is whispering the sadness that turns over and over again? Who is walking alone in the tossing and turning night? In the past, a red-sleeved covenant was written lightly for you, outlining an ageless face, and sad thoughts were secretly rising. What was broken was the front line that was difficult to continue in this life, just like the same. A spring dream like waking up will always follow you in the season of colorful falling flowers, in Yangzhou with fireworks in March, and the sound of distant horse hooves tramples the spring red all over the ground
Whose voice is it? Through the mist, shaking green shadows? The moon is half-curtained, there is a ridge of flower marks, the long sword has broken through the Tang wind, and the jade Xiao has blown away the Song rhyme. She has shawl and flowing hair, like a wandering oriole, graceful and flying when dancing, and a beautiful virgin when quiet. A guzheng plays away the dust and stirs up leisurely elegance. In the entanglement of poems and words, in the ripples of flute and zheng, there are endless mountains and flowing water, and an endless paradise.
Who is whose lover, who is whose eternity? Who enters whose world, and who fades out of whose heart? When the tacit understanding between each other stays forever in the distant dreamland, can the overflowing tears reveal the beauty's appearance? That song looks up to the sky and screams, that song is so heroic and intense, how can it teach people: "Don't wait for a moment, the young man's head will be gray, and there will be no sorrow!"
A poem and words merge into a river of waves, and you can't look back at it at a glance. The past is vain. In front is the phantom of clear water, and behind is the confusion of mortal world. The thin woman in the Song Dynasty, she is the hibiscus floating on the water, the lotus dew in the pure earth, filled with the faint fragrance in the air, holding a blue pole, riding a light boat, I waded through the water amidst the blooming lotuses one after another, and smiled with me in the red shadows of the flowers.
In the past, we raised eyebrows and talked quietly on the pillow. Do you still remember the unexplainable melancholy that could not be expressed even if you wanted to talk? Do you still remember the all kinds of amorous feelings in that romantic scene? In a fleeting moment, looking back through the clouds and smoke, you are still you, and I am still me, but you and I have long since gone far away, and we have turned around and become strangers, and we still don’t know who is looking forward to whom in our hearts and brows in this deserted environment. ? Who is the attachment from the past life? Who is doomed in this life? Who is the person who is most reluctant to forget in the next reincarnation? Who else is drinking and talking in front of the moonlight of the fragrant flowers in the dusk when the spring clothes are soaked with tears? Chapter 2: Girls’ Sad Mood Diary
Their family and ours are family friends, and we have been living together since we were born. My father regards her as his goddaughter, and her father regards me as his biological son. When I was a child, I spent a third of my time at her house. When we were six years old, we made a promise while playing in the mud that we would be together forever.
However, this agreement could not be fulfilled. She went against her words. I heard the news of her death 20 days before the college entrance examination. Uncle Chen also told my dad not to tell me, saying that he was afraid of affecting my college entrance examination. In fact, the exact time she left this world was 26 days before the college entrance examination. I didn’t expect that they kept it secret from me for so long, but they were wrong. I continued to go to class as before. After class, I would still mess around with my high school classmates and smoke cigarettes next to the basketball court with my friends, as if nothing happened. Yes, that’s what I told myself. Until one day when I woke up from a nap, I secretly ran to the toilet and cried for half an hour. I knew that I couldn't lie to myself, because I dreamed that we were children. She raised her head and held the mud in her hands, and asked me nervously: Will we be together forever? I nodded, and she suddenly smiled happily. She stretched out her hand and hooked with each other, completing the first agreement in our lives.
One time, when I was playing with my phone, she touched me and said to me: I like you, "I like you too." That's what I replied at the time, with my eyes still staring at the phone and my mouth With a careless smile, her expression darkened at that time, "Your likes are different from mine." She must have been 16 years old at that time, and she was still young. I suddenly understood what she meant, but I couldn't tell the difference. I don't know whether I am accustomed to her or dependent on her. She may just treat me out of habit! Maybe at that time, in my heart, she was just a friend I grew up with, maybe similar to the boys I grew up with! My hesitation made me reject her, but she was not angry or alienated from me because of this matter. Instead, she became better and better to me.
That day she told me that she would give me a gift on my 18th birthday. This is our second agreement, but unfortunately she still hasn't completed it. Because she didn't send it personally. On the 48th day after her death, it was my 18th birthday. Even though I knew that that person would not come to celebrate my birthday with me, I still set up a table in the restaurant and invited some of my familiar friends. Originally I wanted to introduce her to my friend. That was discussed the moment we made the promise. "In what capacity should I appear at your birthday party?" She asked me at that time, "How about as my girlfriend?" I heard from her tone. I actually heard a hint of request. I agreed at that time. Originally, I wanted to introduce her to my friend as my sister. From that day on, there was a different feeling between us.
On the night of my birthday, Aunt Chen gave me a set of clothes. She bought them for me while shopping for an afternoon before she passed away. There were words written by her on the pants: We will always be together. Together. I drank a lot that night, and then asked my parents to go back to my hometown. I was alone in the apartment at Park No. 1. I didn’t cry. I just smoked a pack and a half of cigarettes, and then vomited in the kitchen without cleaning up. He immediately fell asleep on the ground.
In a few days it will be her five-year death anniversary. But I didn’t dare to go back for fear of seeing Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen. I still remember one day my dad said to Uncle Chen: From now on, Yi Chao will be your son, and he will provide for you in your old age. Uncle Chen laughed at himself: It would be nice to be my son. I was planning to let this guy be my son-in-law, but then his eyes turned red, and I suddenly became silent next to him.
The days that were regarded as youth have become unbearable because of her departure. It's funny that I didn't give her a firm answer at that time. But now that the answer is out, can she still know? In front of the last letter she left me, all the hesitations were worthless: You are alone and you have to be well! Do you regret it? But what's the use? It turns out that I am just a spoiled child. I will never know how selfless the people who love me are. Thank you to that girl. In addition to the joy at the beginning and the sorrow later, she also taught me how to love someone! In the fleeting years that are as broken as a flower, she has become the deepest shadow in my life, and now I have learned to disguise myself with silence. That question at that time, do you want to hear my answer? Chapter 3: A girl’s sad mood diary
The snow outside has quietly fallen to the ground at some point, and the dark road has become white, leaving clear parallel ruts on it. Above the ruts, there are endless A car rolled across the ground, making a sizzling sound. Eagerly open the window and let the fresh air float in, bringing you the slightest refreshment. ——This is the first snow this winter!
I like the gentle patting of snowflakes on my face, melting in my eyes, falling in my mouth, and sparsely tapping my collar. The creaking sound under your feet allows you to truly experience the traces of your steps on the ground and the sound of your landing, giving you a sense of your own presence. I opened my palms to hold the snowflakes and take a closer look at their appearance, but most of them jumped and playfully avoided them. Occasionally they caught them and quickly turned into water droplets, losing their original appearance in an instant.
Xue'er, who seems weak, is extremely powerful when united. Not to mention blizzards, ordinary heavy snow can't bear many things. Highways were closed, houses collapsed, branches were crushed, power was cut off... people labeled it a snow disaster.
The snow was flying lightly, unhurriedly, and was probably as thick as a finger. The arrogant haze a few hours ago quietly retreated from the stage, returning the dusty world to purity. A person led the child, stretched out his arms, opened his mouth, greedily sucking in the holy things scattered in the sky. After a while, the adult staggered, the child stumbled, and there were bursts of happy laughter. .
It is late at night, there are fewer people and cars on the road, and the street is surprisingly quiet. It seems that you can hear the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground, hitting the window edges, and rustling. Through the glass, the street lights are surrounded by countless crystal clear fireflies, chasing the light and dancing.
When I was a child, dawn was another opportunity to watch birds. On the thick snow, use a broom to sweep out a large open space, scatter millet and sorghum, and then hide behind the haystacks not far away and watch secretly. It won’t take long before sparrows, pheasants, silly half-catty children, etc. ( Sparrows (mostly sparrows) arrive one after another and compete for food. Pheasants with long tails are the most beautiful. Unfortunately, there were no cameras at that time, so no light or shadow could be left. While I was looking at it, a big yellow dog came unexpectedly. It acted like a donkey and barked wildly. The beautiful pheasant almost became the prey of the yellow dog. It left behind a few tail hairs and ran away hastily. . Fight off the yellow dog, pick up that beautiful chicken feather, keep it and show it off to your friends for a long time.
Snow is civilized and brings endless joy. I have never experienced her ruthlessness.
It was almost one or two o'clock at night, and the snow outside was still rustling in the wind.
Tomorrow morning, people who have been sleeping soundly all night will suddenly find the white world outside. How big a surprise will it be?
Looking at the snow outside, the field of view is not wide. In the dark environment, there is no beautiful scenery, but there is always a feeling that cannot be cooled down. Chapter 4: A Girl’s Sad Mood Diary
Being alone, who can complain about loneliness? At this moment, the moon is silent, I can't sleep at night, I gently twist the lanterns, watch alone on a paper lintel, and play a song of separation. In the misty rain, I sigh, listening to the lonely talk, lingering in the blurred moonlight, book 1 The scrolls are written on plain paper, and the ink strokes are deeply affectionate, and they are chanted at the end of lonely poems. While waiting for the other side of the millennium, I picked up the rhyme of Tang poetry and the elegance of Song poetry. I listened to the light flute blowing horizontally in the light gauze and frost, gradually sounding farther and farther away, faint and distant. Picking up the breeze and jade dew at your fingertips, dancing with your fingers, passing through the slanting wind and sparse clouds, weaving strands of clear and light thoughts. A pool of ink is being studied, and then it stops, and the pen is used to express emotions, and fragments of sentences are written in detail. The sound of chanting has been chanted for thousands of years, telling endless desolation of the world. One rhyme.
Beautiful jade shines in the light, and who shines in the sky.
Butterflies are flying among the flowers, the fragrance of the flowers is on the clothes, the moon reflects the sparkling waves of the pool, the floating shadows are faintly fragrant, pillows are listening to the spring, leaning alone on the west tower, looking out to the end of the world, in the sound of broken waves, a curved eyebrow is flowing in the blue waves. , wearing water sleeves, fluttering in the wind and dust. I picked up a piece of Song poetry, filled with a delicate fragrance. In the bustling Jindu with catkins and vast mist, I held the piece of white clothes whirling in the cold spring breeze blowing through the small building. The silk silk was covered with green, and stood gracefully in Zhou Dunyi's lotus pond. , dancing lightly in my poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties. ...
In that life, I was not a guest, but a dear friend. A beautiful lady, transformed into a charming and graceful fairy, came slowly from the lotus breeze of Zhou Dunyi, holding a small boat, The misty rain carrying my loneliness and coldness, and the deep expectation, we are close to each other. You light up your crimson lips and close your flowers to shy away from the moon. There are the brisk songs of women picking lotuses, the charm and warmth in the sound of Qinhuai water and the shadows of lamps, the mist of the towers in the mist and rain, the elegance and beauty of clear songs on sandalwood boards, the folding of leaves into boats, and the weaving of lotuses. The ancient charm of the skirt circulates. ...
The beautiful woman dancing with sleeves with words, playing the piano without hesitation, for thousands of years, plucked the time with ten fingers, embroidered as desired, and knotted together, picking up a pool of broken shadows, walking through the forgotten feelings The water, climbing the ladder of light clouds, ripples in the vast sea of ??words in the ink-incense ancient scrolls. The curtain follows the literati who came from the remote ancient times, following the staggering steps of the previous dynasties, taking off the costumes of the Tang and Song Dynasties one by one. At the gaze, drunkenly dancing with tears, the clothes are in the wind, and under the fingertips are holding Whose boy? Looking back, a fragrant sleeve has added new weight! Every bunch of Tang poems is a collection of silhouettes of a lifetime, and every Song poem is full of ripples of a lifetime...
Who is it that draws the pen from the Tang style and Song rhyme, and describes the details from Jinling to Qinhuai? Until dawn? Who is it, in the night rain in the autumn pond of Bashan, saying goodbye to the world gracefully? Who, under the poignant moonlight of later generations, wrote down three thousand words to convey poetic sentiment? Who is waiting for the frost forest to be dyed away, the moon to set and the crows to cry, hiding their memories? The hazy misty rain mottles the poetry, burns a furnace of thoughts, and warms the deep cold. Who is it, following the floating clouds, searching across the sea, drifting for eternity, and then continuing to write treasures?
Who is dancing and flying in the Tang and Song Dynasties for thousands of years? Who is it, dancing drunkenly with rouge and tears in the gaze? Who is it that expresses sorrow in the romance? I don’t know who’s memories of the previous dynasty were disturbed by a light fragrance. Spring dreams and autumn clouds are reenacting the joys and sorrows of the human world. I wander alone in the misty rain that is like painting and poetry in the Tang Dynasty. I am lonely and dreaming in the pavilion of the Rouge Painting Hall in the Song Dynasty. . Beyond the mist and rain, beyond the Loulan, beyond the green mountains, beyond the green water, who is gently pressing the sandalwood board, slightly opening the red lips, and filling the round jade beads with flying songs? Who is it that comes here, with deep affection that lasts for thousands of years?
Who is guarding that ray of clear and soft moonlight? Who is writing that poignant and graceful poem? Who is waiting for that lingering and warm tenderness? Who is it, willfully and wantonly sleepless in this misty dark night, sad in this long melody, and thinking in this ethereal artistic conception? The wind gently caressed my temples, lingering with memories like dreams and thoughts like water. In such a quiet night, I looked affectionately into the distance, where I had my deep attachment and dreams. Who makes longing so beautiful, who makes longing so deep, and who treasures past stories in the deepest part of dreams? You walked towards me under the moonlight, and I wrote an eternal song for you with my passionate pen filled with longing.
Looking back, the rain is gurgling outside the curtain, the spring is fading, and the quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I don’t know that I am a guest. Chapter 5: Girls' Sad Mood Diary
Winter in Yangcheng is like spring, with bright sunshine, clear skies, flowers blooming, green trees full of energy, streams flowing slowly, and lakes crystal clear. In winter, the park is filled with the fragrance of flowers and blooming chrysanthemums, giving visitors a feast for their eyes. Time flies by, but it does not take away the tenderness of winter flowers; the passing years are like water, but it cannot soak in the beauty of chrysanthemums; time flies, but the short-lived fragrance of flowers becomes more precious.
The chrysanthemums are in full bloom and colorful. Purple, white, red, and yellow are blooming in large tracts, which is dizzying for people to see. Some are like small umbrellas hanging upside down; some are like colorful fireworks; and some are like colorful feather coats in full bloom. The garden is full of flowers, full of brilliance, unique flower shapes and beautiful.
Colorful butterflies are dancing and bees are flying. In this warm sunny season, people hold their cameras and press the shutter to record the beautiful scenes of chrysanthemums, bees and butterflies meeting, falling in love, getting to know each other, and promising each other. Chrysanthemums are the beauty of warm winter. With the unrestrained blooming, they exude colorful colors, radiate alluring light, and exude intoxicating floral fragrance. At the end of the four seasons, they turn the monotony of winter into a colorful world. .
The beauty of the chrysanthemum lies in the fact that it blooms to the extreme without being complacent; the beauty lies in the fact that it blooms gorgeously without being proud; the beauty lies in the fact that it blooms gorgeously but still maintains a pure heart. It does not have the elegance and splendor of peony; it does not have the domineering power of peony; it does not have the fairy-like temperament of lotus; it does not have the romance of lavender; it does not have the warmth of burning like fire of azalea.
Chrysanthemums are ordinary, but extraordinary. It is the postman who delivers letters door to door in the countryside; it is the cleaner who puts on fluorescent clothes at five o'clock in the morning and quietly cleans the streets; it is the construction worker who works in the scorching sun; it is the medical worker who struggles on the operating table; It is the designer of the beautiful Yangcheng.
These are ordinary professions, but they are the builders of this city.
Without them, farmers in the countryside would not be able to quickly learn about the news of their relatives working in the city; people who go to work early in the morning would not be able to see such clean streets; patients who are seriously ill and unconscious would not be able to escape death; the entire city's His appearance cannot be so clean and tidy.
Chrysanthemums are messengers, bringing the news of spring to winter; chrysanthemums are cleaners, adding colorful colors to the monotonous winter; chrysanthemums are builders, building castles of flowers for winter; chrysanthemums are doctors, letting people Patients in winter see a colorful future; chrysanthemums are builders, posing in various graceful shapes, charming the entire city.
Chrysanthemums in winter are as beautiful as Xi Shi. Xi Shi's every smile and every move was graceful and elegant. As you can imagine, Xi Shi is a purple chrysanthemum. Wearing a purple dress, swaying gently in the wind, every step attracts attention, every smile makes people enchanted, and every time they return to the capital, they are fascinated.
Chrysanthemums in winter are as soft on the inside as strong on the outside like Diao Chan. Diao Chan wears a pure white shawl and moves between the two men. Every time she dances, she exudes charming charm from the inside out. It can be imagined that at that time, Diao Chan was already filled with infinite sadness. The person she liked could not hold hands with him and grow old with him. However, she knew her role very well. Since she was already a political pawn, then You can only be strong and make your heart strong.
Chrysanthemums in winter are as good at singing and dancing as Zhao Feiyan. Zhao Feiyan wore a red dress and danced the most beautiful dance. It can be imagined that she is as beautiful as a fairy, with affectionate eyes, a smiling smile, a good figure, and she jumps like a flying swallow, light, soft, clean and graceful. Faced with the king's lust, she could only satisfy him with her most beautiful dance. The imperial court is deep, and in the harem, you are fighting for it. Beauty is a bad thing, but if you guard your conscience, you can live the most beautiful version of yourself.
Chrysanthemums in winter are as plump and enchanting as Concubine Yang. Concubine Yang was wearing a yellow dress and had a life-and-death love affair with Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty. Although there are poems such as "Riding a red dusty concubine laughing" to criticize her extravagance, Yang really found someone who can be entrusted to her for life in the vast sea of ??people. After decades of falling in love, Yang has always been Tang's confidant and relative. Only when Yang was forced to hang himself, Tang still felt sad. Yang is unfortunate, but there is no regret in her life because she got true love. White chrysanthemum is like Yang Guifei. Its rich beauty and flower language symbolizing eternal love will always be recited by people.
On the long road of life, I am very happy to have Dongju by my side. I love chrysanthemum, I love its variety; I love its various shapes; I love its quality and inner charm. I have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, traveled to all corners of the world, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery everywhere. However, only Dongju is my favorite. It blooms in full swing in the winter when the leaves are withering. Its vitality still stands on the branches in the most beautiful posture in winter.
The fragrance of winter chrysanthemums fills the garden; the fragrance of winter chrysanthemums fills the city; the fragrance of winter chrysanthemums fills the heart; the fragrance of winter chrysanthemums fills the whole winter. Enter the world of Dongju and feel its charm. The flowers are in clusters, the breeze blows, and the fragrance is overflowing. Lowering his head and sniffing the chrysanthemum, bursts of fragrance poured into his nostrils, intoxicating his heart and mind. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and feel the gentleness and moistness of the chrysanthemum fragrance with your heart. This fragrance, as you move, becomes far away and sometimes close, sometimes strong and sometimes light.
Winter chrysanthemum makes me appreciate its splendid colors, and appreciate it as extraordinary among ordinary people. In its color and fragrance, I can see many legendary stories of beauties, and I can feel the unlucky lives of those who have died. The beauty’s spirit of self-improvement and endurance.
Carrying a ray of floral fragrance, the fragrance is like spring and winter. Every flower blooms once and its fragrance lingers for a season. Life is like a flower, and its fragrance is like a fleeting dream. In the winter when the fragrance fills your sleeves, as long as you have the fragrance of flowers in your heart, you can feel the warm winter everywhere, like spring, and the fragrant fragrance warms the winter. Chapter 6: Girl's Sad Mood Diary
There is a kind of longing, which is a touch of happiness; there is a kind of happiness, which is a constant concern; there is a kind of concern which is appreciated from a distance. Not all dreams can come true; not all words can be told in time; not all love has results. Please cherish love. When your hair has traces of white snow, you can still remember that there was such a beautiful time and there was such a person that you miss. Isn’t it a blessing?
Drinking coffee, it tastes bitter. Happiness and sadness, the truth and touch, longing and loneliness can still be felt. Tears quietly dripped on the keyboard. . .
Always, tears accompany time and will not melt. I originally thought that everything would eventually become a dried specimen... But I knew it through tears...
Your voice lingered in my ears, and I felt like you were back with me in a trance. However, when I woke up, I found that Without you, it turns out that there is nothing. It turns out that it is all my imagination. You have never appeared or come back. Your residual warmth beats on my fingertips, but it has become my memory.
This city holds the sweetest memories of you and me. Although it only lasted for a few days, it was my happiest day. Because, only in those short ten days, could I hold your hand tightly and feel your unique tenderness. During those ten days, you truly and completely belonged to me.
Now, even if I take the same bus and walk the same road, I can still feel your breath. However, looking back, you are the only one missing in this sea of ??people.
Now, I seem to be happy, but there is a heavy shackles on my heart, and no one can break it except you. Heart, only for you, love, only for you.
I try to make myself happy. However, without you, happiness and joy are just clouds of the past. What am I doing now? I should be happy, right? I should be able to feel happy, right? Why do I feel that my joy and happiness are all bitter? Is it because the sweetness has been taken away by you? It turns out that without you by my side, joy and happiness will change...
You always appear in my dreams, which makes me feel so ethereal. I want to reach out and grab this happiness, but I can’t. So powerless. I knew clearly that it was all a dream, but I was willing to fall into it and not want to wake up, just to be in such close contact with you. Even if I woke up with my heart full of melancholy and loss, I never regretted it. As long as I can see you, I don't care whether it's reality or dreams, as long as I can guard you like this. Chapter 7: A Girl’s Sad Mood Diary
Two days ago was the CET-4 and CET-6 exams. I thought I could pass CET-6, but the result should be even worse than last time. I smiled and said that many times efforts are inversely proportional to results, full of disappointment and unwillingness. As I enter my junior year, I feel more and more irritable. The extravagance of time I used to have has hit me more and more in the past two years.
I was sitting on the No. 4 bus passing by a middle school. It was time for school to end. There were elderly grandparents at the school gate, there were running boys with wild faces, and there were girls telling each other jokes... The slightly wet road exudes the heat brought by the end of school. The car stopped at a platform near the school. Two boys ran into the car panting. One boy swiped his student card. After swiping it for a long time, he said in a low voice, "I can't swipe this card. I'm so annoyed." !!” The other boy said a little bit unfavorably, “Let’s go, I’ll do it.” The two boys got into the car laughing. Everything they experienced seemed fine. I got off the car at the commercial street. As soon as I got off the car, a slight early winter wind blew into my neck unpreparedly. It was really a bit cold. Shrinking his neck, he jumped twice and walked along the road. The center of Jingzhou is a little more deserted than the suburbs of Wuhan, but not too chilly, so walking in the commercial streets is what I prefer. Occasionally, I can see a grandma pushing a wheelchair and walking safely. I really can't believe that they don't seem to be cold in such weather. On the other side, a girl wearing a camel coat is holding her arm with a boy wearing a blue coat. From time to time, you can hear the boy's teasing and the girl's coquettishness. They are so sweet! ! ! "Dad, I want to eat." A teenage girl stared at the candied haws and looked pitifully at the thin man with a gentle face next to her. "Boss, take a bunch." I picked up my phone and sent a text message to my dad.
It’s really cold on the street. It’s so cold that I’m a little hungry. I need food. I walked into the underground mall and ordered a serving of grain fish meal. I was disappointed that it was not delicious at all, so I put it down after taking two bites. When I was about to leave, an aunt’s Xishui dialect attracted me. I said, "Auntie, are you from Xishui?" "I am, Nv'er, are you from Xishui too?" "Well, auntie, you came to Jingzhou to find Moss?" "You can work part-time, and the house will pay you." It's too low. Come out to make some money. Are you doing Moss in Jingzhou? "I'm studying. I'm a junior in college." "I'm studying. Is that from school?" "xxxxx" "Don't talk to me, I'm going to clean up." So I left the place where I was eating.
Suddenly I no longer struggled with it and didn't care about him. Every time Every boy, every girl, every aunt doesn't know the future, they all exist in their own way, and each of them can see a kind of light, which can't be called beautiful, can't be called light. But you can see it. Chapter 8: A girl’s sad mood diary
It’s better to put the time aside, so as not to make fun of me for not knowing how to love even at my age. At that time, I was so confident in my interpretation of love. Love is something that makes people live and die, something that is loyal to all eternity, and something that stays with you through vicissitudes of life until dawn. As things change and the stars change, the more I read the word love, the more I read it. Confused, with the help of a magnifying glass, I still can't sharpen my eyes. The young man's arrogance and arrogance are much brighter than the current dull hesitation. Although the young man's understanding of the world is ignorant and his feelings about things are lacking, the days when he didn't feel the slightest pain were better. It’s indescribable. Later, I experienced countless good days and bad days, and walked through the smooth road and overturned the ups and downs. Now, I stand in the season where there are no flowers blooming, and I don’t want to do anything to save myself. The sensual age. When I cry hopelessly on the white paper, and scream and compete with me every day, I am ready to throw up my hands and admit defeat without any resistance. It is you, it is you who looks back and smiles. The smile that made me stupid for a long time awakened my noble soul. From then on, the crying white paper became vivid. Your appearance was edited and edited in my mind, copied and copied. Walk with me. Living through starless nights one after another, walking through windy and snowy days one after another, walking through moments of sharp pain one after another...
A world covered with steel and concrete. The world, the frivolous aroma of wine and music fills the sky. Walking in such a suppressed street, it seems that the cars and people are constantly flowing, and the heart is constantly wandering.
In that city with a name related to the sun, I met you in that small corner town. Looking at you, looking at you, like a colorful cloud floating across my eyes, softly, lighter than snowflakes, more affectionate than spring breeze, and gentler than soft water. At that moment, I always had some imagination, and the sky I saw suddenly became much bluer. You waved your hand to me emotionally, and my heart was boiling. I had no doubt that I had met an angel, the angel I miss day and night.
I always thought that I was a plant in the village, without the dream of flying; I always thought that I was an ugly stone in front of your door, not a crystal, not a star. The rays of light have never been imaginable; I have always thought that I am the green hills rippling in the river, and there is no longer the lingering that wakes up the willows... Since meeting you, my plants have had dreams. , my stones have acquired imagination, and my sleeping green hills have also awakened the willows. Think about it, when I see you, I will show you enough wisdom and be very suave. When the long youthful hair revealed your brilliant smile, I was still dumbfounded for a long time, and my wisdom and suaveness disappeared into the distance with light smoke. In the smile of an angel, the only thing a mortal can do is to lose himself...
Tonight, so tired and dark, the sky is so lonely that even the light of fireflies cannot be found. On such a terrible night, words and music could not calm my confused thoughts. I just have to look at your smile, your kind smile. The film in my mind was cut and cut again, the neon lights of the town disappeared, the hustle and bustle disappeared, and in the end only your smiling face was left that was brighter than the sun. At this time, I heard the sound of flowers blooming through the dark night. I imagined you with the innocence of ordinary people and felt you with the simplest thinking. In this way, my understanding and insight into you are transparent to the dust, and my thoughts are so clear and accurate...
I remember that in the place called Bridge where you live, there is not a decent bridge in sight. , there is only a calm river flowing day and night. I don’t feel the slightest regret, because you walked with me on the country road, and I still remember that there are a few villages scattered along the road, and there are a few trees growing here and there. There is also a pond there. We sat quietly on the bank and watched the ducks playing happily, but the taste of happiness came to our hearts. Later, I thought many times that I was just a fish in your river, or a butterfly on your road. How I swim happily in your river and fly gracefully on your road. But today, I am a traveler who has traveled a long way, quietly walking away with loneliness and nostalgia...
In this era where food is no longer considered to nourish life, I understand more and more , life always has a touch of bitterness, a touch of joy, and a touch of helplessness. In today's days, your smile is a mark that will never fade in my life. Your smile is all the excitement in my life. You are always smiling, always in my heart, smiling, smiling.
I was stupid for a long time, and I was stupid for a long time again...