Let the world have its footsteps and let me keep my cocoon. When my rotten heart doesn't want to think for a moment, let me quietly return to the cocoon, with memories as the couch and sadness as the cover. This is my only beauty.
If there is a dream that I can't wake up, I will definitely do it; If there is an endless road, I will go; If there is constant love, I will definitely ask for it.
All you have to do is make some marks on the road, so that I won't get lost when I get to you.
Our only regret is not being together, but that doesn't count. Unfortunately, the soul is far away. If the reality is perfect, people's brilliance can't be displayed. The gap in reality is not used to exterminate people. It provides an opportunity to see how high people can climb, how far they can walk and how long they can persist. It tests whether you can get rid of the wildness of animal nature, whether you can transform from human imprisonment, and whether you can get close to God.
I gradually understand that the story of birth and death in the world has long been contained in the ups and downs of nature, silently showing it to people, indicating endless life and bringing water out of flowers. People must exhaust the spirit of a lifetime to understand, but for every grass on this grassland, germination in spring and withering in autumn means a lifetime. People have no reason to boast about their longevity. People are not as good as a grass, which germinates without expecting anything in return, withers without regrets, absorbs the water and sunshine that a grass should absorb, occupies the land that a grass should occupy, does its due duty, and then turns into soil to make grass buds that germinate next spring.
I know it's far from sunrise, but there is always a sunrise in this world that jumps for me. In order not to miss it, no matter how cold this snowy night is, I must leave now.
I am tired, and the dawn of my left foot will always be caught up with the dusk of my right foot. Time flies, and the monsoon reads my words. I can't imagine whether my steps can be sonorous in the long life.
It is not difficult to travel, but it is difficult to cope with the advance and retreat without losing the truth; The difficulty lies in witty interpersonal communication and still having one's own lines; The hard part is that when you throw your feet forward, you can still look back and criticize yourself; The difficulty is that the road is broken, the road is poor, and you can start a new stove with dignity ... it is quite difficult to travel.
Our only regret is not being together, but that doesn't count. Unfortunately, the soul is far away. If the reality is perfect, people's brilliance can't be displayed. The gap in reality is not used to exterminate people. It provides an opportunity to see how high people can climb, how far they can walk and how long they can persist. It tests whether it can break free from the wildness of animals, transform from the imprisonment of human beings and get close to God.
The floating world is not disturbing, and the grievances are not swaying. However, the rivers and lakes are a gorgeous bubble after all, and the birth and death, the rise and fall of honor and disgrace are forgotten by others in an instant. Feeling after middle age: a confidant is an invisible shepherd shining in the starry sky, and a confidant is often just himself.
What is regret like? Just like a small mole on your body, only you know where and how it appears.
Most of a person's life is based on defects, which extend and implicate in time and form chaos. The more people you yearn for, the less you get. When we were young, we thought we had great strength and ability to collect exotic flowers and plants, and we didn't know to give up until we experienced wind and rain, so we concentrated on protecting the trees in our yard. As for flowers and birds, they are other people's gardens, so we don't have to ask.