Year of Qi Jin:

"Lamp of the Earth"

Because they are flesh and blood relatives, many words have become taboo. Communication is a shame, being close is a shame. It is only natural to express love for each other by demanding and slandering each other. This is such a sad fact.

"North":

Both people and the earth have a calm and simple appearance, indicating thousands of years of ordinary history.

If we don’t want to be disappointed with people, the only way is not to put any hope in it. ...This is not despair, this is the only way to survive and the prerequisite for happiness.

"The Blue of Flowers":

Is this growth? It feels like turning pages of a book.

Stay close just because you are afraid of being alone.

Goodbye. I know that without separation, there will be no growth.

"Spring Farewell":

If tears fall, my patience will be awakened.

The meaning of youth does not lie in this purgatory senior year, but it definitely needs this purgatory senior year to forge and interpret it in the most profound way.

Postscript to "Lamp of the Earth" "The quilt is the grave of youth":

How difficult it is for a person to face his past with ease and sincerity.

"Ice is Sleeping Water":

In the north in autumn, there is an overwhelming blue sky, which flows past the eyes like the closing credits of a European movie.

The melody is as intimate as time. Swaying accordions and smiling percussive rhythms. Unplugged memory.

"Bo Lien":

Expression - if it must be there - must not lose a coat of calmness and subtlety under any circumstances.

Occasionally nagging such meaningless nostalgia is something we have done before. It's just that you put it quietly in the silence that is no longer easily accessible long before me. And to this day, I often never forget to take it out to take a walk quietly with loneliness.

Only when memory becomes something external, can we go further in this cemetery-like world.

The composition of youth that I once thought was extremely grand is actually just some fragments that are so subtle in form that they can no longer be found once they fall into the riverbed of time.

Life is just a ruler... Youth occupies only a short span on such a ruler, which is invariably represented by a few detailed marks. And the angle from which we view it is like a sundial recording our distance from it.

I think because of the generosity of this life, we must live it with dignity. Just like life itself, respect our existence.

"Night Prayer under the Lamp":

In our past or past lives, have we remained true to those young and pure original intentions? And in the rest of our lives, Can it continue to be persevered? Are we still walking on the road to our past obsessions?

"Flowing Scenery and Idle Grass":

The light is blocked outside the softly curved window at the top, leaving only a narrow strip of warm color on the peeling and rough old wooden floor.

Emotions are overused and full of cracks.

The luxury of youth lies in being able to have a clear enough mood to spend more than seven hundred nights writing an insincere letter to a person who does not belong to the future.

The youth that once had nowhere to put it and was so full that it was almost overflowing with life, once gave us such a beautiful and luxurious way to modify the ordinary and lonely life.

If one's dream cannot be realized, then it is good to have only one gesture. For example, make a flying pose, or say a few words before going to bed to wish you can see the sea in your dreams.

"I can't sit beside you sadly":

I always think that objects can replace thoughts and promises, allowing us to stay forever in the depths of each other's lives.

Those pleasures will eventually become sad in retrospect because they are too short-lived; and those sadnesses will turn into happy experiences in memories because they are unforgettable. Everything has been mixed into vague nostalgia like the vague fog and frost on the glass windows in late winter. Only by gently wiping a piece away can you clearly see all the people and events that once moved people and overwhelmed them.

You who never sat beside me sadly at that time. That was me who had never sat happily beside you - sadly, it was only after the song ended that I realized that I could no longer have you sitting by my side, and then I realized true unhappiness.

"Lan Yan":

There is someone there in my heart, it is a collection, and this fills the blank space in life.

The sun is still far away, but there must be the sun.

"Audio Hallucinations":

We are intertwined warp and weft, woven into a brocade by the years, closely linked to the ending of nothingness.

The book said, "Many things in life are so heavy and euphemistic that they are unspeakable." I believed it so thoroughly that I stood up, frightened, and had no way to retreat. I believed in it with a posture of self-abuse. I am not alone among those who struggle.

"Fantasy World"

In fact, people should live more numbly, so that they can feel more sensory pleasure. I understand all this. However, when I was young, I would probably continue to be immersed in the sad background of my life for a long time because of the inherent tragedy in my temperament. This background always breeds hope, persistence, and all the illusions that tempt me to continue living at the critical point of miscarriage...

Of all my travels, Daocheng is the most desolate. A journey, sadly, it is the closest to life.

Life is like a road. It is necessary to step out of the prosperous scenery in the desolation.

"Old City":

We are always remembering those who have forgotten us, and those whom we have forgotten are also remembering us.

We should waste our lives more meaningfully.

It is precisely because we care too much that we are always unable to let go.

God makes us accustomed to something, which is to use it as a substitute for happiness. But we have accidentally become accustomed to the emptiness of the essence of life.

Don’t imagine others to be loyal to you.

I want to believe in someone, really want to. And I have always believed so.

People will always be separated, for our non-negotiable future and the so-called bright hope.

We can only know ourselves whether we are warm or cold, know ourselves again, know ourselves again, know ourselves until we are lonely and independent in the depths of our souls, and keep running on this long road, running towards meaningless refuge.

Life is such an addictive game, everyone knows it. Because there is always parting.

"Yesterday":

In the movie, we watch others live a dream life for us, watch them love for us, die for us, and shed tears when we are moved. ——After drying it, it is just an illusion that has been wiped out, and life is still nothing.

The shining days gradually spread into a dark canvas, depicting a portrait of nostalgia.

In the past, which was shallow and ignorant, I could not write down the date of my return.

We all say that in this year, there is nothing intolerable. But after this year, we have more to endure. (Senior year of high school...--|||)

"The Starlight Before Yesterday":

Fortunately, love is not everything. Fortunately, everything is not love.

"The Silent Breath of Mystery":

We are still too young. Understanding the world comes with blind trust or blind distrust. Because living itself is living for the sake of living, all the empty blood and sacrifices are ultimately destined to - in a personal sense - end in vain. Nothing can compensate for the barrenness of life except or itself.

Guo Jingming:

1. Many things that we think we will never forget in our lifetime are just in the days that we never forget. Forgotten by us.

4. You give me a tear, and I see all the ocean in your heart.

5. Will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement, blooming in the lonely forest without wind?

6. The things we thought we would never forget are forgotten in the process of remembering them.

7. This sad and bright March passed through my thin youth, through the purple pansy and the kapok. Through the sadness, happiness and impermanence that appear and disappear.

8. I can be happy for several days when you laugh once, but sad for several years when you cry once.

9. If I could be with you, I would rather let all the stars in the sky fall, because your eyes are the brightest light in my life.

10. Lonely people always remember everyone in their lives, just like I always think of you!

11. On every night when the stars fall, I count my loneliness over and over again

12. Whenever I look at the sky, I don’t like talking. Whenever I talk But I didn’t dare to look at the sky anymore.

13. How can ripped jeans stand with an evening dress, and how can my guitar play with your piano?

15. There once was a smile that appeared in my life, but in the end it dissipated like mist, and that smile became a rapid river buried deep in my heart, and I couldn’t swim across it. The sound has become my desperate song every day and every night.

16. The noise and brightness of the world, the joy and happiness of the world, are like clear streams, in the wind, in front of my eyes, murmuring And then, warmth gushes out like spring water. I have no extravagant expectations. I just want you to be happy and not sad.

17. The wind blows up the broken years like flowers, but your smile is swaying and becomes my destiny. The most beautiful embellishment on the way is to look at the sky, the snow, and the deep shadows of the seasons.

18. A person always has to take a strange road, see strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then end up somewhere In an inadvertent moment, you will find that the things you tried so hard to forget are really forgotten.

19. Hiding in a certain time, missing the palm prints of a certain time, hiding in a certain time Place, I miss someone who stands on the way in and out, who makes me care.

20. Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed and you won’t get lost.

< p>21. I always tell myself that even if one day we are no longer together, we should still act like we are together.