Summer turns around gracefully, and the lotus secretly falls from the branches. They secretly talked about distant secrets. There is a sea of ??stars there, as bright as a galaxy. The swallows carry away the spring light and fly towards the spring scenery in the distance. The fallen leaves jump off the branches, sending blessings of refreshing autumn air. When I was young, I traveled far away, riding a skinny horse to chase the wind in the sunset.
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. The end of the eyes is far away. The sunset and autumn clouds make the water and sky the same color. Looking into the distance on the whale island, approaching between the lines of feet in the mountains and rivers of time. Those unspoken thoughts are wrapped in silver over the years. On the paper covered with past events, there is a moss, dyed with the desolation of the years.
The passing years pass by in a blink of an eye, the sound of someone's footsteps walking hastily can be heard in the night, and the series of footprints behind them all fall into the whirlpool of time. Those things that have not been completed, those things that have been missed, are like ulcers growing in the mouth, it hurts when touched, and becomes addictive when it hurts.
Those who want to contact but dare not contact, those numbers are kept in mind, and thousands of words are prepared, but they don’t know how to speak. My trembling fingers stayed on the keyboard for a long time, but I didn't have the courage to press the number keys. I could only close the screen silently and look at the dark night
The sorrow that alcohol cannot numb, the silent longing . Looking for where he belongs late at night. I pray that thousands of days of thinking will lead to a night of dreaming. The dream is about a distant place, where there are beauties in the north and fine trees in the south. All the words can be spoken happily, and all the thoughts can fall asleep peacefully.
The peach blossoms are scorching in March, and the lotus flowers are graceful in June. After turning around, the peach blossoms withered, the lotus flowers scattered, and even the withered flowers disappeared without a trace.
In fact, we are all serving life. In order to live, we have irregular meals and travel to far away places for life. But life doesn’t treat us kindly just because of how nice we are to Him. I drank a lot of wine and was still worried, smoked a lot of cigarettes, and the cigarette butts all over the floor could not relieve my worries.
Most of the troubles in life are actually caused by ourselves. We always unconsciously want to live the life we ??imagined. When I see flowers blooming, I want them to never wither and to keep the moon in the water. Or imagine super powers in your daydreams. I fantasize about winning 1 million every day, and everything in front of me will be solved. Then all the imagination was kicked by the sense of disparity in life, and in the end it was myself who suffered a bloody blow.
Our lives lack a lot of fireworks. Apart from work, we mostly stay at home. All three meals were takeaways, and I did all the holidays on Douyin. Life lacks fireworks and passion. This is how we unconsciously lose touch with life.
Life actually needs seasoning. You can pick up the yellowish fallen leaves under the trees in autumn, which are the sugar sprinkled by the sun. Knead up the plain snow in winter and pile yourself a marshmallow-like ice cream.
Accept the reality of life, but not be content with the status quo. You can complain about life, but you can’t escape reality, let alone hope for gods. Pursue it, but don’t force it. There is a time for joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, and there is a time for clouds and sunshine to wax and wane. Sometimes respecting reality and accepting reality is the most appropriate choice.
Food is the most important thing for people. It can be seen that food is also a major event in life. However, how many people leave the matter of eating in the hands of others. Maybe it’s because there’s no time, but most of it’s because life is numb.
The narrow and wide alleys are home to all corners of the world. I rented a small room in a place in the city where the sun doesn't shine, facing four walls most of the time in all seasons. Quietly plant a small flower that can steal light, and it will blossom into a flower of youth. Heat up the pot, fry up a bowl of fireworks, and taste the warmth of the world.
For the rest of my life, I will have the years and mountains and rivers in my heart, and the stars in my eyes. The distance is sacred and ethereal, and the camel bell is ringing for you.