Memories are like lines of scenery that cannot be cut, and love is always young.
After years of this, you have retreated from the young boy's youth and handsomeness, adding a bit of mature charm and toughness. I think I still appreciate the beauty that I like masculine.
I will have such a chaotic attitude. At a secular time node, I have broken the boundary between secular and avant-garde . At that moment, my eyes were distorted and a little panicked, and my heart was confused for a moment.
But I clearly captured your eyes, bottomless, with the depth and coldness of my profession. At that moment, my heart tightened, and it hurt slightly, and the feeling of pain. The heart is missed and is a very terrible sign.
I have always shown it to you in a dusty, unruly, and swaying posture. Maybe in your heart, I am not a good person at all. At the beginning of our acquaintance, we talked about literature and ideals.
For so many years, you contacted me intermittently, either March or two months or six months, but it has not disappeared. You are in your sophomore year, you graduated, and later you work, and come to my city... I want to see me. I laughed freely, flamboyant and noisy, very dusty and wild.
That time, what flashed before my eyes was the appearance of a young boy, with his green shirt falling down or a white shirt fluttering.
Facing a person of my kind and an independent individual like me, I instinctively spread my armor and use excessive publicity and hustle and bustle to conceal my fragility and disbelief. I spoke freely and talked nonsense wildly, and it was a bit true and fake. I forgot to say it, but the preface does not match the latter, and the logical thinking is chaotic.
Sporadic past, you have also had emotional colors for a short time and occasionally sensational, and when such warm and colorful sentences are spit out from your mouth, they both think that they are distorted and adulterated.
You just said that, I just heard that, put down my phone and let everything pass by. You are worried, and I am not at ease.
Psychologically, two men and women with similar personalities will reject and conflict with each other because they are the same type and they know each other well.
I swear to argue with you subjectively and confidently that all men and women in the world can express feelings and stories if they call for so many years, but we can't. It is impossible for us to have feelings. How many times, you agree with my opinion.
Your youth is abrupt and brilliant, my years are rising and falling, the weather is uncertain, The occasional brief intersection in life is intermittent...
You and I have never saved each other's mobile phone numbers, these I haven't changed it in the year, and you always remember it.
You asked me to release you from the blacklist, and I agreed.
That day, you were a mountain that could give people a sense of security, but the coldness of your eyes always flashed in front of me. I told myself that is just a one-page calendar, and turning it over is yesterday.
When you ask me to delete it with arbitrary and domineering command tone, you will delete it if you say I don’t delete it. The sharp blade suddenly passed by, and I felt a faint pain in my chest. But I still deleted you one second before you started.
I held my phone sadly, and the pain in my chest was slowly spreading to my bone marrow.
Blocking and deleting is something that only children do. Adults do not disturb each other, and I firmly believe it. From then on, the bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road, and the well water does not interfere with the river, just think we have never known each other.
I think my heart is indestructible and I really don’t care. Your eyes always appear in front of you, and the wisp of coldness that shines inside really hurt me. I tried hard to drive away the marks you had made in my heart when you didn't know when.
Lin Huiyin said: You can forget the mountains and waters, and finally understand that some roads can only be walked by one person. Those who invite good friends to accompany them together and walk through the New Year together, but one day they will eventually be separated at a certain ferry.
Sometimes it is not artificial to gather and disperse in life. Some people just accompany you for a while, and when the fate is over, you will escape in the crowds of people, and you don’t have to be entangled anymore.
From then on, mountains and water can be forgotten in pairs, and the sun and the moon can have nothing to do with each other, which may be the best ending.
Every kind of fate will come to an end on a certain day in the future, and the two people who interpret fate will also let fate and laws be ruthlessly deleted.
No matter how much warmth, warmth and strength the person once brought to the other party in a certain period of time. Good, bad, deep affectionate, unfaithful, affectionate, ambiguous, etc. will all disappear after the fate is over, leaving only memories forever.
's feelings towards you can also be called feelings. Which one does it belong to? I don’t know either, is it appreciation, intoxication, infatuation, love? ...
is very complicated, or cocaine mixed with various ingredients, it has good anesthesia effect and strong penetration...
Two days later, I saw you requested to add a friend, and I was silent for a long time... I thought... I chose to ignore it, but I actually agreed again, and I didn't say anything after adding it again.
You call and I don’t say anything after answering, I really don’t know what to say. Even I didn't realize that this time I was caring, hurt, and my heart was hurt again, and the pain was spreading...
There are many kinds of fate in life, deep love, shallow fate The deep love... The secular world tells me that neither of these are.
A person cannot penetrate the other person's life in any way, or carve traces in the other person's heart, which means that he is in the other person's heart.
No matter how dusty, unruly or cynical I am, no matter how free you are, with many feelings or countless people, this time, I was wrong and lost.
I have become secular, vicissitudes, and timid. People who have been injured are afraid.
Tonight, we don’t talk about love or love, has nothing to do with the romantic, my preface is waiting for you to reply; the pen is unique, and the waves on the shore are stacked; how to explain the word love, no matter how you write, I don’t have you for the rest of my life, but I lack you for the rest of my life Understanding.
You said, let’s re-reach.
I hope you and me will gain something this autumn.
Author Profile: Mr. Liu Qi, also under the pen name Liu Rumei, is a member of the Shandong Writers Association. He has published works "Xiao He's Struggle Notes", "Waiting for My Lovesickness to Let Go, Let You Wander the World", "The Most Beautiful Years Meet the Most Beautiful Ancient Poems", "A Night of Cold Rain, Half a Life of Duckweed: Nalan Rongruo Biography" and other works. If you like my article, please like and follow me.
