A spring breeze blew open the flowers, but these flowers didn't bloom for a long time and fell again. This east wind has also become yesterday's wind.
Autumn is here again, it is late autumn. Let alone see groups of geese flying south. This kind of scene has long been gone and there is nowhere to be found. The westerly wind today is not the same as before, and even in the years ahead, it will no longer be the same as today.
autumn is deep and the night is cool. Under the night, the cool wind was blowing, and I felt deeply. Looking back, half of my life has passed, ordinary and surprisingly peaceful, life is neither strong wind nor big waves. The world is very big, and I have met many people, as if the past half of my life was just one trajectory and one person. I seem to have never entered other people's hearts, and others seem to have never entered my hearts. Because almost no one has greeted me often, I have never always warmed others.
intersection, it seems like a scene, the love is true. The separation seems to be from no trace, and love goes far away. Isn't there a saying that says this? There are times when meeting in life, and there are times when separation. To me, it seems that the first half is right, and the second half seems to be right at all. Because when we part, we will never be together again.
I don’t know if it’s me ruthless or if others are unintentional. I think maybe none of them are. It is this society that rolls too fast, diluting all feelings, and neither you nor I can adapt to this too fast pace. Love is not willing to be honest, and friendship is not willing to be long-lasting. It’s “no time”, but it’s really “busy” .
sat opposite, half a glass of wine, everything was silent. But if we don’t meet, everything will be "not saying anything".
People have memory cycles, and because they don’t meet each other, they will be forgotten. I found that I seemed to have forgotten too many people. I still remember one or two of my classmates in elementary school, three or two of my classmates in middle school, four or five of my classmates in high school, and five or six of my classmates in college. Perhaps among those who have passed, I am also a stranger they have forgotten. Haha, looking back on my life, I almost never met so few people I remember.
Entered the society to join the work. The first job was five years, and people were in love. Fortunately, they still had one or two good friends. In the second job, five years, people will leave love and love. They usually have nothing to say. After they part, they will talk to each other in a few words, and everything is "not saying anything".
4 The autumn is deep, the wind is cool, lit a cigarette, and my thoughts spread with the smoke rings, and the smoke rings dissipated until the end, and my thoughts are still spinning in my mind.
Looking back at half a lifetime, in the blink of an eye.
Even if I have good wine, no one seems to drink it.
Even if he has side dishes, it seems that I can taste them even if I have them.
Half of your life has passed, and half of your friends have fallen!
Half of my life has passed, in the tall buildings and in the small house, I sit on the shadows to discuss the spring and autumn!
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