文/筭鱼
A dream for a thousand years, I still remember that year, among the pavilions and pavilions, she was dressed in silk with wide sleeves and a high bun, walking through the turrets, just to enjoy the different scenery.
There is someone in my heart, and I am always looking forward to his arrival, but at the same time, I am afraid of his arrival.
came and stayed for one day at a time, and after leaving, there were countless days and nights, until even the bricks and tiles and beams in the dormitory were carefully counted.
Until I have finished my youth, I don’t expect anyone to come.
What is forgotten is tragic, but it is also free. No longer stick to the details, walk around the corner of the garden with a pot of tea, and count the green plants that grow lushly.
takes a breath of fresh air and exhales a breath of dirty air. If he sees someone laughing and joking, he will happily scold someone to keep it down.
It is conceivable that you have the final say in the park. If you are just a tourist, you should abide by the rules of the park and don't do things that make you dream about visiting the park, which will only increase your worries.
If a friend whom you haven't seen for a long time shows up one day, you may be a momentary surprise, but more likely it will be a fright. You have to be attentive to someone for nothing.
Just make a pot of tea and listen quietly. Don't look down upon the gains and losses. If you can help, help.
The years when people come and go will gradually return to calm as you grow older. No matter how lively you are, it belongs to you only when your heart can still beat.
If you are destined, you will meet that person who can talk to you after many years. No need to say anything, just stay at a table and chair in a certain building, and you can know yourself and the enemy with a pair of chess pieces silently playing.
Who says it is not my own life? People during the day will leave after dark, leaving only myself slowly wandering around this vast building.
The only thing that makes people feel nostalgic is the occasional chirping of cicadas, frogs, birds and crickets, which can always interrupt a person's contemplation, but also provide an extra companionship.
It's okay to sigh when people leave and the tea is cold, but things are different and people are different, but only regrets are left. That person and that thing have been blown away by the wind.
Now as a tourist, I count every turret, not moving a flower or a grass. Listening to the untrue explanation, I feel filled with emotion, but it also has a unique flavor.
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Touch every word and leave a trace of warmth in the years.
I hope you will gradually heal yourself between the lines
