In October 2008, we met in Huaxi. Your back was closer to me, but it was like the falling peach blossoms.
Just like when I look at your photo, it's like a flower on the other side; you are more beautiful than I imagined. In your face, you may connect it with some kind of emotion. I saw the words you wrote, and I
Many times, I burst into tears. In fact, at that time, I had not gone far yet. I understood that when people's consciousness is still changing, then there is no regret and it cannot be broken. Even in the darkness, it shows me the light.
It is getting late. Some birds are flying, with silent shadows.
The tower and the setting sun reflect, the low forest of time is burning,
Just to suit the occasion, there seemed to be a sound of cracking brocade inside,
Or, who else is thinking of you at this moment? I think: many scenes give people a deep sense of loneliness.
What I escaped was just the decadent will. At this moment, the strong wind blew away some things from my body, making me understand that most events happened and they all lead to the same destination. I feel that my life exists as an entity and keeps a distance from you.
, this distance makes my physical pain close to my eyes. I feel that this seems to be the non-deterministic feeling. As if you said to me, this is still a strange world. You have been here. Just like you have never
No. Because some things have never ended but have been lost forever. However, that does not mean that we have lost ourselves forever. I want to say that obviously, I am also facing a similar life.
In 2012, I was reduced by life. This was my loss. I saw:
Some are beautiful but regretful, just like the leaves leave the tree and become a river.
Although the ways of obtaining grace are different in different doctrines, it is also conceivable to bear huge remorse with the brokenness of the individual. As Engels said in "Anti-Dühring", our rules are all changing.
The opposite of their original purpose. At this moment, there is still a ray of moonlight shining into my humble hut. The shadow of life can be found on those few faces, which are like silk threads, with clear outlines and forbearance.
Philosophy.I think:
10 years later, she may pass by a garden/and think of some people and things
Among those people/there is someone/maybe it’s me/maybe not
But I will always remember her blowing smoke rings and saying: Life is very different from a bottle of perfume. No one can understand whether I love someone or am obsessed with that smell. How much I want to forget that person and only leave behind
The aroma of grass. This makes me believe that there is a double feeling in my body. I also miss that corner of this city, which really makes people so desperate. I will also remember a person or someone a long time ago. I think her temperament is like
White flowers and azure blue of neem tree.
In imagination, we should be on a rainy evening, and the weather is not as cold as today;
She was wearing a long black dress, and we were holding a thin flower umbrella. We were wandering in an old alley with no end. The surroundings were quiet, and we could only hear the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella. The smell of lilac flowed in the air.
And a lot of meaning, emptiness and eagerness. Every time I see the smell of petals falling and disappearing suddenly;
I seem to understand that the process is final and the facts are final.
I see their images, everything is done forever, everything I see is safe:
For example, these, from face to disappearance
It's like I see the sea in the palm of my hand
Therefore, I can feel that her figure is like the arrival of old fog.
I am very sure that I like such a girl. The subtle feeling in her has a coldness that cannot be changed in the world; but I want to say that this is not important, or the method is hidden in its hands. In every moment, it does not become
I can't even say goodbye.
I was used to her not telling me why she left, but I found out that what she was talking about was just the passing of time.
I understand that there are always some lingering emotions that remain at the bottom of our lives; as time passes, things change and people change; when we look back in the future, there will only be traces left; moreover, it is as if we were born for each other from the beginning, I believe this.
Therefore, its ever-burning little fire has always been burning in the underground. As long as one's own psychology is touched, this division, this enthusiasm will always be visible in the distance. It is a very friendly feeling; just like me standing on this high ground.
Listening on the high sloping roof, listening to the world's incessant observations and irrelevant endings.
I couldn't help but feel more deeply sad, because in the end, the river I talked about to her only had a drop of clear water left.
So I said, honey, you are always smiling, but far away
Although before I turned around and left, the silence had already formed
And I am not sure whether I have really seen her; the image of her is fading and disappearing.
When I wrapped my coat tightly and walked into this turbulent city, I couldn't help but feel pity for my lonely body. In being alone and facing it directly, it was like the shabby plum blossoms blooming coldly in its limitations. Only a certain emotion remained.
Glimpse.
The doubtful state of what we see;
These things are forced to appear and disappear in an instant. Perhaps, we can find the current moment in the counterpart close to ourselves, such as the fate of the eccentric, the depression of the form is clear. It is like being humbled and seeing something through regret.
This kind of darkness, which changes over the years, suddenly scares people and takes away all false emotions from it; therefore, I often read Bell Harvard's 276-page book on fire.
He wrote in 1720: As we have clearly seen, the intuition of fire is a contrary dialectic; it gradually burns away everything that is wrong in you, and thus discovers a more harmonious brightness. It seems to be a response to heaviness.
The life of peace.
I also remembered that Li Ke once said: Everything is just fear, so I choose to go in the past and forget about it.
This makes me never forget those stories that happened between us. What's more, this land makes us unable to calm down. Many past events seem to be long ago, but they still leave more impressions. The will that emerges everywhere,
They are gradually drowning in ashes, just like the flowers on the other side; but I like them to be silent and shadowy; just when the last bit of light is about to disappear,
I looked up at the sky carefully, and I thought that there were things lower than them, but I didn't think they were superfluous;
I expected: Some people are destined to break up/This is the distance and suddenness/This is the flowers and falling apart
I also feel that those things that are probably life, full of fear and constitute order, are not just events. No one can hold on to them tightly and prevent them from disappearing bit by bit in the darkness. This is my era, and I am loyal to it.
.I see the beauty of so many feminine things from it, just like you used to paint very light peach blossoms on the dark wall.