When did the moon set last night? When will the warm sun rise today? The pale moonlight filtered in through the square lattice of the window lattice, delicate and slightly cold. The sparse stars still blinked mischievously, so heartlessly. The night wind of late autumn has become so cool without even realizing it, blowing unscrupulously through the quiet darkness.
I just leaned on the edge of the bed in a daze, flipping through the pages of the book beside me, blown by the wind. Which page was the last one I looked at? Feng'er, you also want to know what I'm thinking about, right? That’s why you can’t wait to read the book beside my pillow. You also want to know the ending that I care about, right? However, the ending of the novel is written by the author. The story has just begun and the plot is still going on, but the outcome has already been foreshadowed.
In life, you can never predict what will happen in the next scene. Life is broadcast live every day, and we can only rehearse secretly in our hearts. Often, the lines we recite silently are left behind in the interpretation of the characters and become incidental to the story. Therefore, the series of our lives is broadcast every day, episode by episode. Either real, or illusory, or wonderful, or helpless. Some are secretive, some are bold and unrestrained, some are cautious, and some are frank and frank. This is the world we live in, in all its forms.
I really want to write myself into a novel, with blood, flesh, story and plot. I don’t want to be spectacular, but I want to have an ending of my own. It doesn't matter if it's ordinary or not, what's important is that it can be proven that I existed. Everything you want to say and do can be recorded in those walking tracks. Perhaps, I am still lonely, still lonely, still unable to reach the blue sea and blue sky that I long for. But, since I’ve been here, it’s excellent, isn’t it? Even if there is a sad burial and ending, there will be no regrets. The fulfilled soul will turn into a butterfly and dance gracefully!
However, in the circumstances of life, no one can be a bystander to himself. Our stories will either be revealed or buried. Do you want to be a performer in the eyes of others, or do you want to be your own audience? When you choose a role, you have a stage. Whether you want to perform beautiful or sad, it all depends on your own thoughts! However, the story is still going on, and I am still working hard to write and modify my own chapters, just to get closer to a perfect ending. Looking back again, the song has not ended and the people have dispersed. Without the old friend, even though everything is new, there is nothing but a walking corpse, the soul is dead, the heart is dusty, and it still looks like a world gone through.
How do promises need to be gathered to form a commitment, and how do commitments need to be solidified before they can be unswervingly committed. Our distance is destined and cannot be chosen? Or do they have completely different aspirations and drift apart? Stop thinking about why, because God is always stingy in giving answers! You and I are like two opposing rays that will never intersect. Since our memories cannot overlap, our futures will not intersect. From now on, passerby A and passerby B!
can go get drunk! Quietly feel the mellow aroma of liquor and quietly taste the bitterness of beer. Wandering in the drunken dreams of life and death, wandering in the drifting and stumbling moment by moment. How long has it been since you were drunk on yourself? I don’t want to say a long, long time, but it is indeed too long... From now on, you can stop drinking green tea! To be precise, you can no longer choose it in the future! When there is no answer, it is equivalent to getting the result. From now on, you can do whatever you like! There is no need to worry about other people's eyes anymore, and there is no need for all pity and compassion. Time has swallowed up the childishness of the past, but it can't wake up when it wakes up. From now on, the reason is lost in the passing years, and it is only the self that one knows.
