1. It is a line segment with two endpoints.

It is a ray with endpoints.

A straight line has no end.

Qi Ming and Yi Yao are like lines released from the same endpoint, but in different directions. So farther and farther away. Farther and farther away.

Every day is more different from the day before. Life is written in a scrawled version. Then it was forgotten by time. It's illegible.

2. Every life is like a full and sweet fruit. It's just that some lives are consumed too early, revealing the wrinkled and hard stone inside.

There is such a boy in every girl's life. He doesn't belong to love, nor is he his boyfriend. However, there must be his position within the nearest distance. When you see something beautiful, you can't help showing it to him. When you hear a good song, you can't help copying it from your MP3 player. Seeing a beautiful notebook, he couldn't help but buy him two more, even though he wouldn't like pink strawberries. When I want to cry, I will send him a text message first. When I quarrel with my boyfriend, I will look for him first. Although I don't know when, he will disappear from his life and become the prince of another girl, and that girl will become a princess because of him. However, when he is still the closest to himself, every girl is trying her best to consume him and everything he brings.

Every girl becomes gentle, beautiful and considerate among such boys.

Although the perfect self after that has nothing to do with this boy.

But such feelings always go beyond love.

4. Blood can't flow back to the heart.

The body floats in the air like lack of oxygen. Can't fall. Can't land, keep your feet on the ground. All joints are tied with silver silk thread, pulled like puppets, opened and closed like zombies, and walked forward in the street.

Tears kept coming out of my eyes, as if someone had pressed the switch and started to cry. I couldn't stop. Like all water in the body, it flows cleanly in the form of tears.

Qiming, you are so kind to me. Sometimes I take everything for granted. There is a good chance that one day you will put your heart out in front of me. I don't feel anything. Maybe you'll step on it. Qiming, don't be so nice to me. That's what women do. If you are kind to her, your feelings will be cheap. Really. Women are bitches.

6. Is there anything sadder? Why don't you come along?

This time, even tears can't flow out. The eye socket is like a dry hole. I can't wait to rub a mass of snow into it, turn it into water, and flow out to pretend to be sad.

Yi Yao stood there, his anger taking root at his feet. Those gentle fantasies accumulated in my heart about my father have been shattered into 110 thousand pieces of rags at the moment. Like a broken glass, all the fragments are stuck in the sewer and can't be sent away, together with a serious smell.

It stinks.

Rotten.

Those feelings inside.

Turned into hate. Turned into pain. Turned into a grievance. It becomes a dense and prickly vine, which pierces every cell of the heart like Cordyceps sinensis and devours the body.

7. The plane is flashing. Slowly disappear at the edge of the sky.

Even breathing becomes heavy in the dark. The stewardesses turned off the yellow reading lights overhead one by one. People who fly at night sleep in a wide world. The heart is decorated with all kinds of exquisite puzzles. No loneliness, no loneliness.

Just a simple night, with different worries, flying to the same distance.

In fact, I also want to do this, a person flashing light, a person flying in the dark night sky

Fly to a place where no one can find it, be drowned by weeds, be drowned by tidal sound, be blown away by sand.

Can we just stop here? Let me be thrown into nothingness by time in an unknown world.

8. In the dark, the limbs seem to be soaked in hot water. Those emotions called sadness, like swarms of ants, come from distant places and slowly climb up their bodies.

Step by step towards the deepest beating heart.

Until the group that led the team climbed to the top of the heart, and then thrust the flag into the soft jumping place at the foot-

Ha, occupation.

The sunshine in winter, even at noon, will not fall vertically like the sunshine in summer, concentrating people's shadows into a dark ink spot. At noon, the winter sunshine will come in obliquely from the window, and draw the shape of the window into a narrower rectangular bright spot on the ground of the canteen.

At noon in winter, it feels like dusk in summer, vague and sad.

10. Words like feeling lonely or lonely before are always associated with sadness. But in fact, just like this quiet afternoon, there are only students in twos and threes on campus, and the twilight of the sunset rubs every inch of the ground and wall like water. Sweep away the thick feeling and weaken the cold and fierceness for most of the day.

Empty loneliness, or bleak loneliness, is actually much warmer than noisy crowds and various faces.

1 1. Some flowers will turn into withered powder in the cold of winter.

People will witness such a seemingly slow but infinitely fast process. From beautiful flowers and bright colors at first, to withered petals, and finally to trampled dust.

People will forget the beauty of the past, and then step on the bright colors that once bloomed in the wind without feeling bad.

12. If you look back on that day after many years. I'm sure I'll feel sad

The sunset in winter leaves the last ray of light in the evening, surrounded by gray dust.

Teenagers and girls, standing at the gray school gate in the twilight, the four of them, staggered with all kinds of eyes.

Sadness. Distressed. Kindness. Compassion. Appreciate

For example, dyes of various colors are poured into the air and stirred, and finally become dark and messy. In the nameless space, it is boiling and steaming with strong water vapor, and every window of youth is covered with a hazy sense of grinding sand.

But it was swallowed up by the heavy winter, or a certain mood in winter. Only black, or white, or all kinds of gray after black and white superposition, is printed on paper.

Just like a black-and-white photo in a photo frame, no matter how brilliant the person in the photo is, he will definitely see the feeling of sadness.

It's like being pressed by an invisible hand and clicking.

Many years later-

What floats heavily in the eye socket is an area in memory that can no longer be touched like a thunder ban. People's physical feelings are always long after the arrival of spiritual feelings, and they will come late.

Such as the relationship between light and sound. I must have seen the sudden flash on the horizon early and connected it.

After a few seconds of silence, there was a loud explosion in the ear hole.

In the same way, physical feelings will never come as quickly and violently as spiritual feelings.

It must have hurt my heart deeply, and then tears came out and choked my throat.

The horizon is covered with dark red clouds. The light of the sunset faded away.

Ten minutes ago, all kinds of emotions wandered and collided in the body, like an anxious monster who couldn't find an exit, every kind.

The pores are sealed with scotch tape, and the whole body expands infinitely, almost exploding.

And all the emotions disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace.

And the next moment, it is the cold that has no strength to fight back.

Wet clothes are wrapped tightly around you like a layer of ice.

Dark clouds rolled and swallowed the last ray of sunshine.

13. Seeds accidentally blown by the wind.

Left it in the atrium.

Been sleeping. Go to sleep.

However, I will definitely wake up at the right moment. In less than one thousandth of a second, the shell was quickly exploded, a huge root system was planted, and then it was shaken again, and the dense branches and dense branches and leaves that covered the sun stood out after brushing the ground.

Then, in slow motion, a huge bloody disk was slowly opened.

Such seeds. Has been sleeping in everyone's heart.

Waiting for one day, something that can't be defined in words will break the spell of the seal.

14. I don't remember them saying that people's dreams have no color or sound.

If there is no color-

In my dream, there are often colored spherical symbols at the end of all TV programs in the middle of the night. In other words, I often dream that I watch TV until late at night, until the whole world falls asleep, and even the TV is playing such symbols to tell you that I want to rest.

If there is no sound-

In my dream, I often hear the clatter of textbooks in the classroom when they are turned by countless hands. The cicada singing outside the window was broken by the electric fan overhead, hitting my eyelids intermittently and endlessly. The air is the summer heat that has been evaporating since the next day. It's scary. In such humid and sultry weather, even the blackboard seems to have grown a layer of gray spots. Students on duty after class always complain. Then they waved the blackboard eraser harder.

And those cries of unknown origin. Sometimes I choke. Sometimes it's sobs. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes swallowing. Then, day after day, it slowly turned into shouting.

15. The whole corridor was quiet.

The sound disappeared. The temperature disappeared. Lost the light. Disappeared the faces and movements of those onlookers. Time has become a slowly flowing river here. A river so thick that it can hardly flow. There is also the smell of sulfur and steam in the river.

The corridor slowly turned into a huge tunnel-like cave.

I don't know where to connect to the cave.

16. Sometimes you trust an unfamiliar person inexplicably. You will tell him a lot of things, even things you haven't even told your best friend.

Sometimes you don't trust a person who gets along with you day and night for no reason. Although you share and guard countless secrets together, at that time, you look at his face and you don't believe him.

We live in such a complex world, being dragged blindly to the end of the world by things that will never repeat and have no such rules as pi.

Once you believed that I was so dirty.

Just like once, he believes that I am a cheap bitch.

This is my way of life in such a complex and unpredictable world as pi.

I spent my life slowly.

In fact, many times, I don't even believe in myself.

Take all the seeds out of the soil in spring. In fact, there are many things that we haven't thought about.

They are out of our sight, but deeply rooted in the center of our world.

17. All sounds are further spread through the media. Solid, liquid and gas transmit all kinds of chaotic sound waves all the time. Sighs, birdsongs, the ticking of sprinklers, the ringing of class, the sound of flowers falling, the sound of a tree crashing down, and the sound of waves hitting the ears.

Physics class once said that there is no air on the moon, so even sound can't spread. Whether it's kicking off a pebble or a meteorite hitting the surface of the moon and smashing a huge hole, flying sand and stones, everything is still a silent picture. Like a TV set turned off in the middle of the night, it looks dull but quiet.

If two people live on the moon, even if they face each other, they can't hear each other's voice. Is it futile to open your mouth, or have you been gesturing sadly with sign language?

Actually, I understand this feeling.

Because I used to yell at you very close.

Then you slowly left me in my shouts and walked forward.

It is also because there is no media.

Connect our media. A medium that can transmit my voice into your body.

18. A sad river flows slowly in the dark. Drowned all the youth and time that had no time to escape.

You could have run away.

But you always stay here, and any water surges up until it overturns over your head.

With sound and light, there is no time to escape from this sad river.

The vast black water reflects cold white light. Slowly expand. The moon is pulling huge tides.

Will the whole world be swallowed up so slowly because it is too late to resist?

19. In fact, nothing in this world can absolutely hurt you.

As long as you are cold enough, cold enough and indifferent enough to everything. As long as you slowly polish your heart into a smooth and hard stone.

As long as you think you're dead.

Then, in this world, nothing can hurt you anymore.

I don't want to feel so much pain from others. Then don't give others so much love.

If this sentence is the former self, it will be disgusting to see it on TV or in novels. However, when these things become tangible entities and slowly cover your whole body like a dense fog, you will feel that these things have become wisdom, shining with cruel and calm light.

20. It was once imagined as a chessboard-like world.

Rivers, lakes, oceans, deserts and mountains are distributed on the same horizontal plane like chess pieces.

And you just reached out and shook hands on the other side of the world. So the whole chessboard turned around and tilted over there. All the rivers and lakes, together with the sea, all the tides rush to the horizon crazily. Once Wang Yang became a deep canyon, and once desert mountains were covered with boundless water.

Now, this is how the world is re-selected and redefined.

Now that you have made your choice.

Ever since you put your hand in another distant place in the world.

21.-How to define the relationship? Love? Friendship?

It's just that there is someone in your life who is close to you. She will never be cherished, never be loved, always live in a painful world, always live in the air of being excluded and laughed at. She will also turn around and leave when she sees other girls being taken care of by her parents and boyfriends. She also wishes she had never been to this world when her mother cursed "Why don't you die". She will also want to wear beautiful clothes, have many friends to care about and beautiful boys to secretly love. She also wants her mother to bring her a bowl of hot soup in the middle of the night instead of diving into the kitchen to cook every day after school. She will also want to be a flower in her hand, instead of being treated as dust that can be trampled on at will.

-when such a person has been living near you, when such a person regards your happy life as a mirror image and lives a completely opposite life as a contrast, the more she silently endures all this, the more you can't get out.

You can't help but want to wipe away her tears. I'm sure you'll want to buy a lot of gifts and stuff them into her arms. I'm sure you will feel the same heartache when she is beaten and cried. When she asks for help, you will definitely turn back, because you want to see her smile happily, even once. Or you don't need to smile, as long as you can raise your hand to dry your tears and stop crying.

When you were a child, you saw her locked out by her mother, and she was not allowed to eat. You wanted to take her home quietly and let her have dinner with you, but your mother angrily asked her out of the house. You secretly handed out a steamed bun from the window, and then you saw her smile through tears. She took the steamed bread and took a bite happily, but only one bite. Her mother rushed out of the room with one hand, knocked it over and slapped her twice. You saw her looking at the steamed bread on the ground and sipping her mouth without crying, but her eyes were full of heavy tears.

Have you ever seen her suddenly rush out of the house and run away crying? Because she was too young, she tripped and fell to the ground. The women in the alley around her ignored her, but showed schadenfreude and ridicule around her Then she stood up, and Lin Huafeng, who was chased out, pulled her hair back and slapped her again.

When I was young, you saw her chasing her father, who left the alley with a box and chased him to the door. Her father pushed her away, closed the door and left without looking back. She sat by the side of the road and cried till dark. After dark, she came home, the door was closed and her mother wouldn't let her in. She patted the door and cried and begged her mother to let her in and not to leave her.

When she grew up, she learned to love without hesitation, but she did not meet a good person. When she took the child to find the man, she saw the man and another woman in the room, loving each other as guests and lovers.

-You grew up with her, and you watched her struggle to survive.

-you can't wait to give her everything you have, give it to him and throw it to her, even if she doesn't want it.

She seems to be in the black whirlpool of quicksand, and everything around her is sucked into a cave. She was trapped in such a whirlpool. Reach out and pull her, you can only sink in with her. And if you let go, you will stand firm. That's the feeling.

That's what it feels like to stand on the edge of the whirlpool and watch her being absorbed day by day.

-even when one day, she has been completely swallowed up by the black whirlpool, and together with herself, she has become that huge black whirlpool.

-I really want to run away. Escape from this ruthless quicksand rolling desert.

22. Life is full of this sad metaphor.

Just like I accompany you to the exit of that light source every morning.

Just like now, he is driving me away from you who I abandoned in the dark. In fact, when the bicycle wheels rolled in and slowly took me away from you, I really felt the feeling of being abandoned by the familiar world bit by bit.

When the world gave up on me, I slowly put it down.

There will never be such a morning again.

23. Although I lost the details that should have been intact in the solution of time, I still left a deep-rooted part and survived tenaciously in my heart.

Every day, blood flows through that place and then flows back to the whole body.

I can't seem to find my way back.

Just like the little girl in a fairy tale who scattered crumbs along the road and bravely walked into the dark forest. But when she began to feel lonely and afraid, she turned around and found that the trivial things she had left had been pecked clean by the birds coming and going.

I have raised such a group of greedy birds myself.

So one day, karma swallowed up his way home.

24. In fact, many things that we seem to be not solid or inconceivable are actually not as complicated or inconceivable as we thought.

Just like when we were young, we couldn't understand that those disgusting caterpillars were actually the "childhood" of beautiful butterflies.

In fact, there is nothing incomprehensible. Those bugs wrap themselves in opaque cocoons, then gradually change day by day, and finally become colorful butterflies.

In fact, even after it becomes a butterfly, it can cause even more incredible things. For example, it flutters its wings on the other side of the ocean, and storms are randomly generated on the other side of the ocean.

In this world, countless doors are opened and closed every minute. The light surged in and was covered up after a few seconds.

Different people live in different worlds. The red one. Blue, green. The white one. The yellow one. Even the pink world.

Why are you the only one living in the black world?