The stars that I saw when I looked up, did the fallen leaves go far away and finally light up myself. The grass seems to have the temperature of memory, soft and warm like a blanket. Even if it is a peaceful meeting, some people and some scenes can live in time unharmed, and always take the initiative to greet them when they meet in the years.
The morning dew is hanging on whose clothes, who has stepped on the hoarfrost of the early autumn, the withered flowers are full of beauty, the withered petals say goodbye, and then go to the end of the world, only the stamens are left, there are still a few hanging Silk sorrow.
Sorrow, it turned out to be a happy thing. You can think of the words written on the blackboard in those years, and the laughter and laughter of those years before and after the moon. Some people’s encounters are like black and white keys on the piano, playing Gorgeous movements, even if they are far apart, you can reminisce about the feelings of the year alone.
The sunset mountain breeze, the clear breeze is blowing the waves of wheat, and the birds on the telegraph poles are ringing the horns of returning home, seemingly waiting for someone to return. Qiuxia dyed the way back, and walked along the way, as if she could walk to the farthest end of the world. From then on, there will be no strangers in the end of the world, just like the old man Angelica. The fallen leaves follow the breeze towards the late autumn, and I follow the sorrow and basking in the moonlight in my memories.
Some people's encounters are not artificial, but they can see it at first sight. This is probably the so-called fate. Naturally, I handed my heart, like a seed planted in spring, germinates when it rains, waters it with laughter, and then blooms a flower. So this memory has a fragrant floral scent, like a gardenia blooming in the years, and it has been fragrant about you and me from now on.
Most emotional people are also nostalgic people. We have the worries of severance. For us, remembering means remembering to forget is forgetting. Just like life, it is free to stay. We cannot confirm what is precious and cheap.
We will collect an old newspaper,There is a leaf in a magazine. I will use a small box to hold a lot of memories. It may be a few faded postcards, it may be a few years old letter raft, or it may be a thick classmate.
Do people with strong emotions have social phobias, they can deal with them calmly at work, and they will also take the initiative to help when they see strangers. Later, they will experience symptoms of social fear, but they will soon return to calm. So I always feel that I am a self-contradictory person.
As the age grows, the social circle inherits smaller and smaller. More and more people faded out of sight. Sometimes when I browse through QQ and WeChat, I suddenly realize that a certain friend has not been seen for a long time. Life has become a solid state, and three meals and one night are accustomed to it. We are alive like those thousands of people, but we don't know when we are out of touch and become an island.
Most of the time I am in the state of sub-health , neither sad nor happy nor excited. It is like a calm lake with occasional cool breeze and occasionally a few fallen leaves. Sometimes I feel like a star at the end of the universe, lighting myself up.
An island is not alone. Most of the time, it is in a state of being alone. You can face your own desires, after all, the most powerful persuasive power in the world is to convince yourself.
When alone is the most relaxed state, you can reach out for the moonlight, or stand on tiptoe to pick the stars. Secretly plant a sun that never sets for yourself, so that you can warm your own four seasons.
Time has no shadow, years have no trace, far away from the horizon, far away from the corner of the sea. The affectionate past will be with us in the years. The glitz of the world, propped a small boat in the world to fireworks, and rowed to the quiet and peaceful island.
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