People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, and you can’t see home until you reach the end of the world. The place you wanted to escape from when you were a child is the place you can never go back to when you grow up. Life is like a traveler in the world.

Life is a dream, white clouds and gray dogs, wrong and right, grievances and grievances, but in the end the sun and the moon are silent, the water passes without a trace, the abandoned ones are just a little obsession, thinking about the wandering world, all There is no place to go, everything looks red and purple, and it turns gray after a while.

Later, many people asked me how I felt when I was hesitating on the road at night, but what I thought of was not loneliness and the road, but the majestic sea and the shining stars in the sky. I was lonely in March, but I was not there.

The cold wind is blowing and the stars are shining brightly. If we end with the scene of the young man leaving, for us, it is probably the true meaning of reunion, the joy of meeting again and the pounding of the heart. Autumn goes to winter. Nothing comes to rest except the persimmon trees hanging lanterns.

Walking alone on the worldly streets, green radish brushes the skirts of clothes, blue clouds wet the promises, mountains and water can be forgotten, and the sun and the moon can have nothing to do with each other. At that time, there was only one person's joy in the floating world, and one person's long flowing water.

I always think that the future is long, but I don’t know that when people leave, the tea will cool down. Understand the harshness of the world, and learn to look at the vicissitudes of life with a smile. From then on, two people who were in love were strangers and had to say, my dear, thank you for coming to my world.

I will live on one of the stars and smile on a certain star. Whenever you look up at the starry sky at night, it will be like seeing all the stars smiling.

After thinking about it for many years and copying it, the past, as pale as haze, was finally covered with quicksand. After a long separation, the hair was withered and white, and then it was just around the corner of the world. It turns out that time is too long, it can be rich or desolate. Only when you can forget the result can you forget the encounter.