Years still warm

At the intersection of traffic, I strolled slowly, and the autumn feeling passed quietly, looking at every hurried figure running on the edge of the autumn night, the neon lights in this familiar and unfamiliar city seem to lose the exquisiteness and charm of the past. The autumn is bleak, and the world has been experiencing joy and pain for more than 40 years, I have also gained success. When everything is concentrated in my memory and drops in the coldness of autumn, I suddenly feel that I cannot find the direction to move forward. Wandering in the noisy world, the ups and downs of thoughts are silent and sentimental. Time passes by, and what passes away in the indifferent calendar is your smiling face, it was the clear Lake when we met, but I understood that only memory was a quiet paradise, I am willing to run aground in this world which only belongs to myself, the disturbance and complexity of the world. The evening breeze blowing on my face was occasionally cool, and the familiar music sounded along the road, which was the song that you and I always liked. Every beating note lifted my thoughts. Buddha said: There is nothing in the world, just too stupid; Love is mercy. Walking through the breeze and drizzle for dozens of years, every detail picked up hand in hand emerges in this autumn wind blowing night; The wind blows and leaves dance, flowers bloom, the scenery passed by all the way, and what deepened and deepened in my eyes was still the first tender I saw, and what the pen tip recorded next time was still the touch after the combination of articles and chapters. The interlaced flickering of neon lights reveals the sadness hidden in my heart. The years behind the prosperity seem to have changed. The memory is like the water flowing in the palm, quietly settling down, silent dry air once, I was silly to regard the companionship of every day and night as everlasting, and the struggle hand in hand as eternal happiness. However, I suddenly felt how mysterious and fragile the relationship was, everlasting is such an extravagant and demanding demand; The immortal oath has evolved into the engraving on the Sansheng stone. I am not greedy, but I just don’t give up the thousands of years of looking back, I just don’t want to meet when my youth is full of flowers and fragrance, and the infatuation that begins day and night flows across my face quietly with tears. A burst of coolness goes through my heart to see the hurried pedestrians, the strange faces may also record stories of different scenes, plots and feelings. Yes, whose eyebrows touched his heart, whose love disturbed his feelings, who cared about whose sadness, who loved for whom, who really took who seriously, who is who who has gone through the vicissitudes of time, is still empty to come, those faded sweet words, seems to be wandering in the past Chinese years. Looking up, the light in the distance has already been dim, and every window and shadow is shining with the warmth of gathering together. Maybe happiness has nothing to do with the person in my heart, and maybe only a long stream of water can really see through the scenery, and who is that, maybe we will always try our best to allocate in the boat of life, crossing our common past and drifting with the waves in the long river of life. The strong wind in the night makes the elegant Autumn Wind take away the sadness in the helpless night, hold every touching moment in my heart, and believe that the years are still warm.

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