text / Flowers on the River
Tonight and what evening
The grass is far away
The moonlit night will send you thousands of miles away
Waiting for the coming year The Autumn Wind Rises
I accidentally heard "Time Boils the Rain" in the middle of the night.
The sky was dark and unscrupulously depressing.
Time seems to be blown by the wind, cooked by heavy rains, cooked to pieces, and aged.
Youth has passed away, years have evaporated, but I am still on the road, and the world is far away.
Many people and many things in the world like the results but hate the process.
I just rely too much on the beauty of the results. No matter how beautiful the scenery is on the road, I can only miss it.
Occasionally, enjoying time quietly and being alone is beautiful. Especially when I encounter some beautiful words, it's like meeting another myself.
Friends said that you seem to have long been accustomed to rejection, rejecting all companionship and recognition that could have been easily obtained, rejecting all heart-to-heart conversations and dependence. Then, in a familiar posture, go on the road alone. There is no home, no destination, and I don’t even know where I will arrive or where I will stay. Your life is full of unknowns and quests, as well as hidden turmoil and unrest. You are too smart and alert, and all those around you can see is a figure that is unique and deviates from the world. Even if you try your best to hide and comfort your true self, you still can't live in peace in the present.
When I saw Jian Liangsheng's text, I seemed to see another myself. Come to think of it, I would be like her, facing such a long speech, as if listening to a strange story, facing those compassionate eyes, smiling calmly, no need to say anything.
Life is too long. I don’t know what unexpected things will happen in the future. I lost many people and met many more. From the beginning to the end, no one was always there. For now, I'm just happy for now.
Slowly, slowly, I understood that, as Long Yingtai said in "Watching Off", a scene between father, daughter, mother and son only means that your fate with them is this life, and you continue to watch their backs fade away. Walking further and further away.
The scenery is so long and the time is so cold. In the long river of time, we are just a particle in the world of mortals. How to talk about staying out of things, how to talk about being detached from the world. No matter how you escape, we will eventually return to the crowd.
But always remember to be a woman with a clear and calm heart. The prosperity and loneliness of the past will disappear with time, leaving no trace. I just want to say that it is great to meet you in this life.
Perhaps, only with the ultimate tranquility can we hear the various chaotic sounds in the noisy world.
Maybe, as Sanmao said, what God doesn’t give me, no matter how tightly my fingers are clasped, it still leaks; what God gives me, no matter how I miss in the past, I will have it.
Perhaps, when a person is alive, he should not give in to desires, not bend down for money, not be humble in feelings, and not flatter himself with power. The beauty of human beings lies in not giving in.
Perhaps, this world has already been in chaos like thousands of armies. I only pray to welcome the thousands of changes in the world with a smile. Sit down on the other side and watch the setting sun shine on the water, making it glow.
——Reading poems and books, appreciating famous paintings, playing with things and having ambitions——
