Love empty

The rainy weather in recent days makes the original autumn more intense. Especially when the temperature drops a lot at night, the quilt needs to be covered. When there is nothing in the daytime, I really want to write calligraphy and pick up the writing brush and ink that have been used for a long time, I found that the first few words I just started were beyond recognition! Probably because I haven’t written for a long time, the pen in my hand is not obedient any more and I act wildly alone. In that time, I suddenly found that when I was immersed in it, my heart which was agitated on weekdays could be calm here at this moment without thinking about anything, the only belief is how to write well, which seems to be a pursuit of beauty. After the rain, I accidentally caught a small fish by the riverside. It was small and cute, so I found a small fish tank at home that I hadn’t used for a long time and put some water in it, put the fish in it. Probably because it just entered a new environment, it was very disobedient and seemed to be unable to accept that its fate was changed like this. It bumped around in the fish tank for quite a while, want to get rid of the sudden shackles. But when it was tired, it finally calmed down. It could only yield in such an environment and deeply realized the cruelty of reality. Because it was cloudy, the sky became darker after the rain. In the morning, I heard the weather forecast that it would be sunny. I expected to see a smile of the Sun after the rain, maybe I haven’t seen her smile for a long time. I can only imagine in my memory and the beauty of the past. There was no other way. The justice was not beautiful, and everything seemed so powerless. I sighed in my spare time across the sky, and then gradually disappeared. I sat near the window, with the wind passing by my ears, the computer opened with a little chill sat in front of the computer, looking at the screen, but didn’t know what to do, so he put his favorite music, not only because of tiredness but also because of it, I lay on my bed and fell asleep unconsciously. I dreamed of a place, a place so far away, a place without sadness. I don’t know where it is, I only know what my heart yearns. Find yourself lonely in the abyss. The Angel was dancing lightly in the dream. Holding the Magic Wand’s hand seemed to attract me to the city of the sky. I looked far away and saw a familiar figure, but could not see everything clearly at a glance. This kind of dream wakes up and goes to sleep again and again, just like a single cycle, which is always lingering and lingering in the heart. I used to have a long expectation, longing for a pair of wings to fly to that place. Even if my eyes are covered, even if I can no longer see my reflection when I go, even if I become a wisp of soul. I also want to cross the boundary of time and space, where I met, not because of unforgettable, but because of hope. The night was very quiet, and it was so dark, just like being swallowed by the wild monster. Could I buy a match of the little girl selling matches to light up my hope? Can we go back to that fairytale world again? After the day, I still have to endure the long night, the night without stars, the company without the moon and the disturbance of the world of mortals. Where is the end? In a hurry, I took nothing away. Just on the way I came, I lost myself by accident! In the world, who shed tears in the sky, but only for an unreachable dream, put all for it, not for return. Until the moment I left, there was no breath of a dream. Maybe all this was just a song worth missing. Everything was aimed at telling myself that life should not be greedy and contentment should be happy! Thank you for this encounter, which made me believe that everything is better than dreams. The pure air is like the tears of ice snow lotus, stepping on the romance of late autumn, in the evening wind, together with fallen leaves, the melody of dancing heart, why expect, more miracles, only in the heart.

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