The leaves are green, yellow, and fall, and then swept away by the galloping cold wind. The whole life is immediately ended, or vicissitudes, or nostalgia. The years are silent and the years are quiet.
The steps under my feet are slowly, never staying, can not stop, there are always things to do, there are always memorable people, from here to the distance, or returning from a foreign country, we are smiling, mixed with kind faces , Work, please your boss, flattery bow your head; cruel and ruthless, treat your opponents; look coldly, pass by beggars; look blank, walk through the streets; return to the house, facing yourself, suddenly confused, what should you change? Expressions, loneliness, tiredness, or helplessness, no high-hanging crystal lights, no floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sea, monotonous beds and deserted stovetops, even the tired hands of cooking, tired of romance And feelings.
I took the instant noodles from the corner and cooked them, and started to wrap them in a quilt to surf the Internet. It was cold and freezing, and the room was not heated. The only warmth in the day was the small hand warmer in my hand. This is the reality and the so-called beauty. The worthy question is no longer to discuss and think about, to start the unfinished work in hand, I just hope to finish it early, and then get into the quilt to sleep, mixed with the regular morning meeting, the alarm clock passed twelve o'clock, rubbed the hair The swollen eyes, secretly glanced at the newly revised manuscript to prepare for sleep, and occasionally expressed emotions. Those goodnesses and aspirations of those young people have been torn apart by these years alone, from a graduate who has stepped out of school to now The mingling of all kinds of people, tiredness and suffering can no longer be interpreted as all experienced and encountered. Ignorance and childishness have paid a heavy price and blood and tears at the beginning of the opening. The feelings of the girl are just a joke movie scene.
The years are silent, the years are quiet, and the night is getting dark. There are no noisy street lights and night scenes outside the window, and no quiet bark of dogs. Only a few rays of yellow and yellow light are occasionally refracted in the far alley. The night of the people ’s silence is indeed deeper and cooler. In fact, it ’s already cool, but they are stubbornly keeping their posture unchanged. Listening to the sounds of years, they are gradually lost from life.
Years are sounding, songs are like Kai. Without fetters, is it the end, if it is possible, would you like to change the scent of tea, and the year and the year?
The years are silent and the years are quiet. Never regret it, be quiet, then, tomorrow, even if the window is white as snow, the sun will still be bright.
Please be quiet when you are young. If you have experienced so much, you can understand. If you are interested, leave half a cup of tea and wait for the aftertaste of the echo.
Youth is a cinematic past. No matter how you choose it, you will always be sad. Love is a silent stationery. No matter how you write it, there is no right or wrong.
Quietly closing the origami in his hand, this is a letter that can never be sent, only to be sealed. Suddenly, time flies, sleep falls, and time goes by.
The world is pure black and silent.