Standing in the night breeze on the roof, looking at the lights in the distance. Ren Feng blew up her hair and hummed a song that was not tuned.
Very cozy. The cool breeze blew across the face, looking high from afar, and as far as the eye could see, it became a scene.
This is the only thing I do after talking on the phone.
A few minutes ago, I was still downstairs, speaking to the empty phone.
Just a few minutes ago, ...
The heart does not seem to feel strange. The mind felt very empty, standing in the night breeze, and gradually felt awkward.
It turns out that there is no boundary between man and man. Life is an inexplicable emotion. The unknowable future cannot reflect the past, nor will it meet the present. The so-called busyness, for what or not to explore. However, reality is always clueless, slamming into the world. The so-called miracle is probably from this, the so-called mediocrity and plainness are also from this, so is the so-called indispensable heavy!
It's been a long time since I felt compassionate. Whenever the so-called vicissitudes of life are in front of us, it exacerbates all decline. The mother may never feel aging, but I think my heart is very tired. Because my mother is not a happy woman, at least in my opinion, she was never happy. Trivia of life, disharmony in the family, physical dissatisfaction. Many irregularities. I don't know what she thinks and sees. Perhaps she had already changed her mind.
For a person to live, a heart should be cast after thousands of turns. Inexhaustible cleansing, feelings of resentment, but every heart should be so experienced. I didn't realize the subtlety of the years, but the pale reply after the lapse of time. The tranquility of that moment never gave us a state of mind like water; the anxiety of that moment never brought a stormy sea. Whenever living, it seems to live only in the ripples and microwave waves.
The immortal pride is just the release of young nature. It does not mean anything; the vicissitudes of the years are nothing but the calming of the state of mind. More or less, for whatever reason, he couldn't even tell for himself. In this world, there are still a few arrogant, vicissitudes of vicissitudes. After the gorgeous turn, everything is indifferent. At the extreme frown, everything was calm.
What kind of nostalgia? What kind of disappointment? When we met in time, we didn't even have the chance to study. What is blank? What is lost? When everything is settled in the world, we have no room for clarity. How much fun, how many jokes, how relieved, after the separation and separation, how many marks are left? How much tears, confusion, and tangle of minds. In the narrow path of memory, there are still a few points left. taste?
Even memory fades its color, but also insists that it not change in the vicissitudes of the world? Even vicissitudes become pale, but also what is forced to become a permanent brand? Perhaps, you will remember the smile in applause, and the tears in the moonlight. May remember the joy in praise, the pain in frustration. But who remembers the cry of death and the smile of life? But who remembers the dew and cream, and the moonlight poured out?
In the woven moonlight staggered by wind and shadow, who will remember the ups and downs of the big black people, and understand who is sad and happy? Life is your own. It is to live to the point where you have never awakened, and to do something that is not even clear to you. It is the overlap of tragedy and comedy.
There should be a bit of indulgence in life. Even if it is indulgence, it is justified. There are eight wild places, and they have been indulged in the vastness of the world. Don't talk about today, don't talk about hardships, but do whatever you want. Quite a bit of indulgence should be a big state of life. If you want to make trivial things and infuse them into your life, you will be more dull and unavoidable. So drunk tonight, drunk tonight, don't wait for the moon to be empty. It is not necessarily a bad thing to indulge in this life. Who has changed over the years?
It turns out that everything is so close and everything is so far away.
Just like tonight, the night breeze swept the ears and was very useful.
Just like tonight, I was sighing from the tower.
Just like tonight, the heart is empty, very unknowing.