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If I become a memory

Time: 2015-06-07 Source: Original Editor: Xiaozhi Reading: Times

Whenever it rains, there is a restless factor in the body that is moving, which drives me to write something. God ’s tears always make me sad, so the rainy days are contradictory to me. I like the feeling of walking with a small umbrella in the rain, but I also hate the coldness of the heavy rain that hits me ruthlessly .

The dark clouds have been crushing over Jingmen for several days, but it doesn't seem to have any meaning to come down. It's finally clear today! I always look at the distance in front of the window of the dormitory and do not know what I'm looking at or what I'm thinking about. It ’s just a feeling that all of this is familiar. I do n’t know if I accidentally formatted a certain memory of the past. I always think of a vague face in a moment, but I can't remember some detailed things about this face.

This is my fault, and it may also be the sequel of forgetfulness. I often think of some people's names or appearances for no reason, but that's all. I can't remember more. Every time I think of these people, I always feel that my life is cut into sections. Each paragraph is associated with some people. Without these people, memories seem pale and untouched. In the very deep heart, there are some inexplicable tremors, looming. The faint miss is unknown, with the color of past feelings, or love or hate or thick or light or long or short.

I know that people have to learn to forget. If they are too stubborn, they will always be hurt. My stubbornness comes from the self-righteousness in my heart. Occasionally I close my eyes and think of those innocent smiles in those moments, I feel that time is a cruel force that shatters all my self-righteousness. It turns out that the beauty of imagination is not good, and the happiness of imagination is not happy. It also made me gradually understand that this youth is no different from any youth in the world. Open your eyes and never be so naive again. Everything can be passed, but it's impossible to go back to the past. Over time, those simple wishes are said to be too naive of us.

I know that everyone will grow up, mature, become realistic and tenacious. However, sometimes there is no need to cover up the innocence of a moment, right? That's why I don't know how high the sky can be. Love can be great and selfless to melt everything. Although reality is the cruelest thing in the world, although there are a lot of unexpected thorns on the back of love that will make people heartbreak. But there must be, there must be, but maybe I haven't encountered it yet.

The thing I don't know is just: Is it too careless to lose, is dependence really the beginning of the tragedy?

People in this world push it to time for anything difficult, so I also learned. Time is invincible, how to remember it in front of time is just the light dust when looking back. Just like us, no matter how good it is, the soul thought is almost integrated, but as soon as it reaches a certain node, it will eventually face separation.

So, by accident, I like the quietness of a person and get used to the calmness of a person. By accident, it becomes a habit and cannot be changed ...

However, living alone is impossible. I need some company and I need something that can stay with me. Not necessarily people, a computer, a book, a pot of flowers, a Doraemon, a Pikachu. Or just looking at a figure that appears regularly from the window ... I do n’t know when we all locked ourselves into separate rooms; I do n’t know when we came up with that idea-a person It ’s okay, and I do n’t know when it will start. We feel that such days can continue.

In such a life, I carefully and carefully find a way to comfort myself, so that I will not be vulnerable and vulnerable. People can bear trauma, but they cannot afford fragility. Because fragility makes people regret their choices, in the extreme, many people often choose to stay still and do nothing. But I like to plug in headphones and close my eyes to listen to music. The music sounded low, as if the mist of smoke filled the heart. That inextricable heart knot, that lonely attachment, all the persistence in those lives are getting farther and farther, and they are blurred like a wind shadow, recalling the stories of the past, and the feelings of "happiness" or "sorrow" in the past The ground flows into my heart. Time flies so fast, I ask myself, I also ask time, how many people are left, how many things make me miss. Those seemingly dull stories on the stage of life, the dust settles, only oneself engraved, the years have always passed at the fingertips.

There are three relationships between people. No matter how close or far away, life is always a silent passerby. This is a parallel relationship. The closer you get, the more excited you are. In fact, after intersect, they go further and further. This is an intersect relationship. Sometimes it ’s distant from you, sometimes it ’s close to you, but you do n’t have to worry about it, ta ’s heart is always with you and you have never gone away. This is an electrocardiogram relationship. I always see the first and second species more, but after twenty years, the third person in life is poor.

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