Forest dwellers are still forest dwellers,

? Farmers or farmers,

? Those who melt their songs into the breeze,

? He will also sing to the running planet. "

- ? Gibran

Summer seems to have broken through the fence of spring and arrived ahead of time. It was freezing cold yesterday, and it was raining, and it was freezing cold. Today, I had to put on a thin coat to try the breeze.

Summer has not arrived, but my birthday has arrived, like a window with leaves. A few years ago today, I was put into my mother's boudoir from an unknown world. After sleeping peacefully night after night, I finally couldn't resist the desire for a new life. I tried to make noise in my mother's embroidery room. All day long, I came out of the long tunnel like a naughty child and struggled to jump to the shore like a wave.

I think it should be a pleasant trip.

I have been weak since I escaped from the window. Perhaps that struggle towards the bright aisle has exhausted my life's courage, and I will use my life in this world to repay my desire and adventure for the unknown.

I have been ill since I was a child.

It should not be a blessed new life, but even so, I have spent decades in turmoil, always afraid that my life will collapse because of the disillusionment of my ideals. However, when I tried my best to go to the boundless sea of years, time gave me a special passage.

I have always been grateful to my mother who was seriously ill at that time. Although she was pregnant with a man, she tried her best to send me into this world.

Although I have had a bad life, I still have a long way to go. I'm still waiting for how many miles later, my mother can let go of the fact that I'm not a man, or years can make her accept me as I wish. To know what kind of fate it is, I can reincarnate on her mother, gallop into a waterfall, climb over the mountains and rocks and come to the world. However, everything seems to be in vain.

I have never had a "birthday" in my life.

For many years, I have been asking a question, is my birthday my mother's suffering day or my suffering day? What cause and effect did we experience in our last life? Should we make a long and arduous understanding in this life? Just like Xia Zi and Xia Qing, before the Tathagata case, were my mother and I entangled in the wick?

Yesterday, I was alone outside, without any excuse. My mother never remembers the days when she suffered. Is it better for her not to have this day?

Even though I have never been blessed, a black forest, a milkshake, a selfie, and a petal-like heart that I carry with me, I still quietly recall the past, those swaying childhood, youth, and those times that never came back in the cake shop.

I have long forgotten my age. It seems that the sun comes out every day. When the sun shines on my clear life bank, I will always be as young as the sun and will never get old again.

This established tailor-made special day every year is more like a wheel mark depicting the years in the heart of a tree. This day is the Tianhe River in this life and the afterlife, the division of a time zone and the boundary line of a territory. On this day, I will always give myself to an unknown corner and choose a corner to silently pay homage to every day I have lived. Whenever I end a year and start another year, I will

Hey? Have you ever lived a full life in the years like Liusha River? Are you satisfied? Have you actually done it? Have you ever wasted every moment?

Have you ever really been happy? Is it true?/You don't say. Have you ever thanked your mother for bringing you into this world with the ten-level pain of a ninja?

Although, what you get along with is not perfect, not perfect, not flawless; Although, you never satisfied her and never did what she wanted; Although you daydream and fantasize countless times, you can have another mother.

However, she is still the only one who endured the highest level of pain in the world and extradited you from an unknown space to the other side of life and came to this shining world. Whether you love her or not, whether she loves you or not, can't stop this established fact.

Once doomed, it will always be doomed.

Just like no river in this world is not lonely, winding its own way, just like no one is not lonely to clean up their footprints. In any case, this is a doomed fate, so that you have a fresh spring scene on the lonely beach, shining on the cold and lonely river bed of life.

From then on, in the barren land of your life, you can hear passionate birds singing and see flowers.

Anyway, mom, today is the day when I was born, and it is also the day when you suffered all your life, but at the same time, it is also the day when your life was created. I think every mother is the greatest creator of another life at the moment of delivery. She gave not only the continuation of life, but also a river of land and grain.

So, mom, whether you love me or not, I still like you to call me and call my name with your unique voice, as if after your call, I am still connected to your umbilical cord, my blood is still flowing in your body, and my life and yours are still one. In this world, you and I are really not alone.

I come from you and am with you. From then on, I can still walk the rest of my life safely. Even though the road ahead is hard, my heart is still full of young strength. Therefore, in this world, I can know for sure that I am not just an empty shell with hair and skin. The river of the soul has its source, and it will eventually flow back to your heart, and your blood will flow in my body forever.

So, mom, I dare not. I dare not waste every inch of time in my limited life. Just for your every call, I am willing to melt all the rivers of dust.

Therefore, I can only sit quietly on this particular day to appreciate the gift you gave me life, and I can only sit quietly on this particular day to pay homage to the lost time and years.

So, Hua Qian, in the past year, can you stay the same? Face it frankly and accept all the imperfections that the rest of your life has given you? You know, every life has its own healing instinct. Sometimes, you treat both injury and pain as gifts, right?

In this dusty world, whether it is life or death, on this special day, mom, I am still willing to hold your hand tightly. Please make a wish and let me crown you.

"Death only changes the mask that covers our faces.

? Forest dwellers are still forest dwellers,

? Those who melt their songs into the breeze,

? He will also sing to the running planet. "

I can't keep giving up my broken love. In the wheel marks of my life, I still protect my mother's broken gift and cover it with hope. Is my only moving and broken beauty.

May I spend the rest of my life untie that beautiful knot of life and let everything end in splendor and perfection.

And I, give myself to time and space, and the rest of the road will not be too long.

Hua Qian? Written on 20 18. 4.24? birthday