many years later, I still remember the days when we encouraged each other, encouraged each other, discussed words together, read books and enjoyed tea. At that time, the sun was just right, the spring breeze was the companion, there were flowers in spring and the moon in autumn, and there was a cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. Reading such a happy poem, my heart will be safe in an instant. The wind is outside the door, I am indoors, and I am talking to words alone. The warmth in those gloomy places and the sadness in those cold places are only remembered by words. In life, some people are destined to meet for separation. Time goes by, and the only thing that can accompany you to the end is your apricot blossom.
for a long time, I have been troubled by some problems in life, such as the value of life, the true feelings in the world, and so on. The space of the soul is full of wall-like indifference isolated from buildings, which makes my heart, which is enriched by this age, dry up like a daffodil in the desert, and all kinds of propositions in my heart suddenly have answers. When we only cry out that love is getting lost with gorgeous words, how many really precious things are disdainfully thrown away by ourselves.
The spring breeze has messed up my hair and my heart. Take a cup of new tea and taste the natural taste. Light a cigarette and pick up a book. Put yourself in words, not arrogant, not sad or happy, and pour all kinds of tenderness into words. Whose heart is touched by a landscape?
A layman who is obsessed with writing is sitting at the end of the fleeting time. The years have aged the years, and the vicissitudes of life have gradually turned white. The broken thoughts of that life faded away, and the expectations of that life were not as good as people's wishes. Flowers fall into a dream. If you can, monopolize tonight's moonlit night, whether you can sit on the shoulders of flowing clouds, let the endless loneliness pass through the cycle of time, and count the old feelings that were sad that night.
you're going to be a quiet adult. Don't be emotional, don't secretly miss, don't look back, have been to another life of your own. Seeing this sentence of Haruki Murakami in New World is not a simple love, but it is too in line with your current state. From the beginning of winter, I expect a heavy snow all over the sky. Destroy the past, and also annihilate the memories. Later, the snow finally fell, and the whole town became an ink painting. I walked along the long river bank and saw a silvery white world between heaven and earth. On that day, I entered the painting.
You don't need to be in a hurry to mature. It takes time to see clearly. Let time lead you to master the method of seeing clearly bit by bit, so you underestimate it. Maybe this process will be a little long and painful, but you will definitely get through it. I hope you can gradually become a clean and free-spirited person in time, so as not to remember the past, miss your old friends and concentrate on looking forward.
In this world, talk about love and righteousness, walk into indifference, and make your heart calm, winding and secluded, quiet and far-reaching. Being in the mortal world, being in the heart of Taoyuan, being quiet and indifferent is an open-minded mind that transcends the mortal world. The spring breeze is elegant and can hold things, and the autumn water articles are not stained with dust.