I stood on the roadside and looked at them, and I found:
I feel that their temperament comes from the shadows,
I felt various trances, which made me suddenly twitch more and more. This is mutual, so it is very narrow, one after another, as if a plant has to bolt. Because we
Being in it, the sense of déjà vu is its only form; especially this impression is the most beautiful. I also imagined that the girl who had transformed from it was getting closer and closer, standing right behind me; she was wearing a white dress with a light blue print.
The color. I looked up and saw scattered petals floating in the wind.
She suddenly turned into thin starlight, dancing in the air, and then floating in the dark fragrance.
I was surprised to find that these stars might just be in a dream;
It was completely empty there. This kind of beauty may only be found in dreams.
The reality and reality of the past were very long and far away. I also saw:
The Moon Mountains are so vast and glorious, exuding a cool fragrance in the wilderness.
In fact, I don't want to be a lonely messenger, and the identification of this identity is a bit weak.
However, soon, these illusions fell vertically along with the leaves. Although it still had a sense of depth, no matter what form of foundation it was, it only had a free position. There was a temperature that had not yet dissipated. It was just on the monotonous branches.
It's a bit rough, contradictory, and even unpleasant. The situation is probably more of a suspended illusion. And this subtle change in it: sensitive, seems a bit boring, but it seems to be influencing our perception.
It dances and dances, and I have to face it.
I vaguely remember that at that time, I would always ask Pan Xiao, how far is this road? She said forever.
I followed the direction pointed by Pan Xiao and saw the distant mountains and the clear water of the half-moat river; I thought that these are two people and future generations, this is flowers and desolation. The subtle feelings that Teilhard de Chardin always talks about
, just like we climb up the bell tower, casually look at the surrounding scenery, and then come down again. The decay of the flashy life is like countless misty worlds covered by snowflakes. And it is inevitable that there is at least some loss in that appearance.
, then we saw each other again, or there was a rumor. There were two figures that were completely different from us; far away from what Buyong did.
Sometimes, Pan Xiao would ask me why I looked at her like this. I said, I don't know.
Pan Xiao's clear voice reminded me of the small river outside the city. I think maybe it's because of her, maybe not her. Those things that change and remain unchanged are fleeting; we are in it and find that they are in us.
In my life, black flames are stirring, causing me to sink for the rest of my life. So I calmly thought about it and took out the lines of my soul from the cigarette box.
I think the best we can do is talk about darkness within the bright shadow;
Just as I wanted to give Jingyi some help, however, I felt that I was unable to do so.
He asked me to come with him. He said we have to rely on our own inner being.
I shook my head and said to him, I have always been here, this is my life.
I continued and said to him, even if we are separated now, it is just a change from one situation to another. I said I want you to know. Later, I just wanted to be with you. I am ignorant of life as I live in it.
I thought: anything is just anything;
I took a deep breath and suddenly felt that before my eyes was a virtual image of the passing day. I remembered:
Pan Xiao and I were always full of hesitation. Standing at a high place, or even higher, we saw rustling phantoms coming one after another.
Pan Xiao had a Gothic smile on her face. She said: Too many times, we always overestimate our behavior. If our life is like most other people, it will be a kind of repetition. ;Perhaps, it’s just because even in the south, it’s dark at 5 o’clock in the morning.
Moreover, I often see her father, Lieutenant Colonel Zongzheng, sitting in a dilapidated, damp, and decayed background. There are not only beautiful trees and scurrying birds in the courtyard, but also the clear sound of wind; and the light shines quietly into the darkness. , I will feel a kind of repetitive thinking.
It seems that our past here has begun to dim and lose its color. I feel a sad pleasure when I arrive at the chaotic or divided order. They are not in conflict or even juxtaposed. Eight worlds that are mutually exclusive but not completely muddy. We are walking It passed there and then disappeared again. Therefore, I said to Pan Xiao:
I found that the bridges I passed were always empty and never looked like a road.
I sleep in the desert of your eyes, looking for that longing figure.
When I am convinced, or I have a strong and uneasy hope.
I no longer live happily in Five Elements Continent, and I still remember that on July 13th, on the right side of the Border Town Inn, Wu Siyin and I were chasing each other equally fast. When we passed the crowd, I saw the strange apostle He disappeared in an alley. We caught up to the alley, and he turned the corner on the left. When I arrived there, I found myself in a small square. On both sides of me were gardens.
I saw the corner where the strange apostle disappeared, and there was a note taped to the wall. The pale paper was torn from a notepad, and it read:
Sometimes, I also think of our encounter today, which was not very glorious for you.