(1) Adults, true love is speechless

In these days that are flying away, what else can I do besides wandering? So, I started to review my random thoughts...

In fact, the word "think" is the beginning of failure.

If a person walks along a river or against it, should it be considered two railroad tracks? One, stipulates the direction, and the other, specifies the direction of the heart. The seasons will not forgive any rebel, not even a river that chooses its own will all year round.

The seasons are silent, the river is silent, and people are silent.

She will not tell him that she has been to his city and was very close to him. In fact, her coming this time has nothing to do with him. She is here for her own heart. She also chose silence.

Adult love sometimes means knowing the life and death of the other person, and then ------ living separately.

Yes, for most adults, emotion is one thing, and life is another. An adult's soul is burdened with too many things. If those erratic, secret, and fleeting emotions must be connected with life, this emotion will definitely become chaotic.

Adult feelings are often like lightning in a clear sky. Before you have time to see them, they have already disappeared. There is no evidence. Don't leave evidence either. And the life around you cannot be changed. These are known to each other.

You can’t see it. You can't hear it. But you know it, and he knows it.

You know, you and him let go of each other's hands at the same time. You know, some things end there. You know, some things have been decided at this moment: no matter how long or short the rest of your life is, let go and live your own lives.

Living independently does not mean being indifferent. Even if you don't ask, it doesn't mean you don't care. Even if you can't see that person, even if you are trying to catch someone's shadow, you must know his life or death. Once you know it, your mind will be calm, you will be at peace, and all your memories will have a safe place to place them.

Then keep a wide distance, meet each other by chance, pay tribute with adoring eyes, and ask softly, gently and nonsensically, "How are you doing?" Once a year is enough.

Yes, how stubborn and persistent. There's nothing wrong with that, it's not a tragedy, it's just a memory. Calmly recall someone or a certain time. As a result, everything around them becomes beautiful, and the beauty is in their own memories. As a result, each other can live their own lives more safely.

What adults gain enlightenment is their eternal pursuit of themselves, like a person who is always racing against himself, driving himself inexplicably to an unknown place, and what will happen when the unknown comes? Repeat or reenact.

What we are chasing is just chasing our lifelong dreams. It is integrating our own tendencies in a handful of experiences. It is the desire to be completely delivered and completed at once, and the desire from the heart to be accepted and accepted forever. Withstand it, the scenery has become a spiritual freehand, and what is subconsciously indulged is the indulgence of a certain result.

Forever is just an imaginary depth, an incomprehensible mystery. True love is always hidden in confusion and incomprehension.

Adults do not guarantee relationships. True love is speechless.

Nothing in this world is fixed. If there is, there is only one, and that is life. You can guarantee that a person will return to the loess in a few years, but you cannot guarantee that he will live in a person's guarantee while he is alive.

That kind of pain and despair is like a memorial standing up from the gap in history, or being buried deeply quietly, or living with physical and mental exhaustion, questioning the shadow when they meet unexpectedly, Handing over the ruin-like body, he took stock of the chaos of earthly time and the vicissitudes of fate, bypassing reality and smuggling dreams once again.

In fact, our hearts are all made of glass. They are like yellow butterflies in late autumn. The beauty and sadness of the past have nowhere to be buried, tilting in the depths of the destructive sunshine.

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Remember me, please, because I Will be sad.

Forget me, please, because I will be sad.

(2) Whether

Yes, you will also get up alone in the middle of the night, Put your lazy body into the casual clothes of your girlhood, then go to a bar with ambiguous lighting without a face, hide yourself in a dark corner, let the red wine cool from the corner of your mouth to the tip of your heart, and watch the ordinary and extraordinary reality unfold at the bar. The bleakness of the fake love story after the curtain call is like the yellow leaves on the dry branches in winter, the cruel loneliness and helplessness, and also like tilting your head to catch a glimpse of your own face that is so red and charming on the glass window.

Do you still believe that your love is true, but you are just tired and want to change your mood and environment. Going to a bookstore does not mean that you have a strong thirst for knowledge, but that you just want to find the love stories in the book. Looking at the N kinds of love between N people, you are so moved that you laugh or cry. You are very happy because you are not tired. .

Could it be that one morning, you will suddenly find that your fresh life is withering day by day, the luster of youth is fading day by day, and the peaceful life has completely eroded your soul.

Have you also felt that there are cool places everywhere, but we live in a circle circled by hot coals that we must keep jumping and running, and are confused by delusion? As long as you occasionally find a cool place in front of you or where you stand, you will be comforted and continue running around the circle.

Do you also believe that the stronger the desire, the deeper the pain he will feel. Desire often gnaws away, filling the soul with distress. Such a habit has been established for a long time. Once the objects of desire have disappeared, such people almost take pleasure in watching the suffering of others.

Have you also seen that the world is like a big battlefield, competing with each other to get what they need? You can see desperate fights everywhere, and most of this kind of war will block the innermost meaning of everything. Essence - hard work leads to resistance. Although the struggle ends in vain, you cannot give up your own essence.

Have you ever come into contact with many excellent men? They are like books with wonderful contents that are endless to browse, but you have to keep the gate of your feelings tightly closed for fear of revealing even the slightest clue.

Is it true that you are also unsmiling, don't allow a breeze to blow into the lake of your heart, and cling to a desert of love, but you don't know that you have gradually lost the ability to love, and your life has become pale and boring.

Have you ever thought that if you only fell in love without getting married, you would not only be despised by the world, but also by yourself?

Are you also living a single life? In a city where you are gradually adapting, a woman lives in a borrowed or rented room. She often looks around blankly when she gets off work. I don’t know how to deal with dinner, but it was even more bone-chilling cold afterward.

Yes, you also clearly know that you can’t stop eating the fireworks of the world, and you can’t get drunk and smoke every day. At the same time, you can’t suppress your desire to have a child.

Are you also said to be a woman who is picky about love, with high aspirations and low abilities? But after hearing this, you always answer, yes. I don’t want to explain, and I never explain.

Is it true that sometimes when no one is looking at you, you secretly laugh at love, and then blink at someone and ask seriously: Miss, do you believe in love at first sight? When you hear such a question, will you, like me, immediately spit out blood and then want to fall to the ground and die in the most graceful posture?

Is it true that you have never known that you are not a strong person, but you are not fragile either, but you are an esthete of love. The temptation of marriage is neither big nor small, and when you encounter vigorous love, Sometimes, you will think that you are sleepwalking.

Have you heard that people must rely on bread and entertainment? Laziness, like hunger, is always liable to lead a man to indulgence and indiscretion, and to make him an object of disaster. Just as poverty is the cause of misery, so boredom is the bane of the upper classes, and among the middle classes Sunday represents boredom and the other six days represent poverty.

Have you ever thought that suffering is like endless bitter juice, and its source is deep in our hearts, not the outside world? However, most people close their eyes to it. Not only that, but they also make excuses Looking for the cause of pain outside the window, so that pain will always be inseparable from it, is like a person who was originally free and free but created an idol for no reason. He will probably find out soon that it was a mistake and a feeling of humiliation.

Do you also think that happiness is actually very simple, and happiness is just dullness after passion, just like coffee that occasionally adds some sugar to love, the taste changes and becomes richer.

Do you also know that all things that form habits are lifeless, and to avoid the emergence of terrible stereotypes, you must constantly change your mood, and changing a way of living does not mean you should not family.

Do you also feel that every breath we take is resisting the approaching death. We are fighting in this way every moment, but the final victory is still death.

Do you also agree that because of our birth, we have essentially fallen into the clutches of death? Death is just playing with life to its heart's content before devouring its prey.

Would you also admit that for those who are full of ideals, when their ideals are completely cancelled, what is left is of course nothingness. However, for those who change their minds and deny life, Said, this very real world that includes all the stars is also nothingness.

Do you also agree that the clearer a person's understanding and increased wisdom, the more pain he will have. As a genius, he has the most troubles. Plants have no feelings, so there is no pain.

Do you also think that if every moment of ridicule, every moment of misfortune, every day's toil, every week's wishes and horrors are treated as "accidental" teasing, this is undoubtedly comedy. And we seem to have to accept the ridicule of fate on us, so we often have to play silly comic roles.

Do you also understand that although life is full of misfortunes of different sizes and shapes, and is often in uneasiness and vacillation, it is enough for us to cope with it, but this is not yet the case. It does not include the empty order or shallowness of existence, nor does it include the ennui and boredom of human beings in their carefree leisure time.

Do you also believe that a thoughtful and upright person, when he is on the verge of the end of his life, would rather choose complete nothingness than reincarnate again? Our life is like the payment of money. After receiving the payment, we have to hand over a receipt. In this way, when we receive money every day, the receipt issued is death. The destruction of life itself will also make people gain. A conclusion: all efforts and desires are misguided.

Do you also admit that we feel completely different when we are in pain, worry, and fear than when we are safe and sound? Our feelings for desires are just like hunger for food and thirst for food. It is as urgent as asking for a drink, but after the desire is satisfied, the consciousness stops just like the moment when a piece of food is swallowed. For example, health, youth and freedom are the three great treasures. When we have them, we don’t realize how valuable they are. Once we lose them, we realize how valuable they are.

Do you like Byron's poems as much as I do:

Our existence is hypocritical,

A cruel fate is doomed that everything cannot be reconciled,

The stain of sin that is difficult to remove,

Like a huge poisonous tree - the tree that withers everything,

The ground is it The root of the tree, the sky is its branches and leaves,

Sprinkling the dew-like rain of disease on people,

Everywhere you look, there is suffering-----disease, death, Bondage,

There are also invisible distress,

They often fill the hopeless soul with new sorrow...

Whether , you will be like me, on a suddenly chosen sunny day, you will pick up your bags, leave the noisy city, and hide in the mountains to feel the tranquility and filtered loneliness, and, most importantly, introspection.

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Remember me, please, Because I will be sad.

Forget me, please, because I will be sad.