On the way, I always walk alone

On the way, I always walk alone

The smoke is dark at dusk, and it is quiet and cool. The lights cover the dusk, and the ink is recorded under the clear glow. Inscription Yang Muyun eliminates the wind and waterfall, the moon falls and the bridge smells cold. The amorous feelings of the night are everywhere with cool and refreshing strolling in this night which is woken up by the wind, there is a faint, wet and cool fragrance permeating through the back. Bathing in the breeze, I brushed the warmth of my face, closed my eyes slightly, and felt drunk. Calm down and listen to the murmured voice of the night as a frame of water-like scenery, and I, in the depth of the night, use the softest feelings to carefully experience the tranquility of the red dust pillow. The breeze blows gently, and the cold glow of the clear night devours the empty body. On the long bluestone, I saw a thin shadow floating alone in the soft wave like ink. In this way, alone, through layers of loneliness in the long streets and alleys. While I stood out and looked at those passers-by in a hurry, and stopped watching the scenes without trace. The streetscape with lingering lights and shadows is full of hazy and gorgeous light; The clear and water-like feelings in this chamber can detect the drifting and dust of the night. Through the wet breath, I once put the rhythm of silence into my heart, making a baptism of dust and tail for the running and labors of the body and the bleak soul. With a wave of two sleeves, the dust bounced off all over my body, return is a profound path. Gu Ying was far away from the sky, and the lonely stars in the sky flickered in the almost static clear night. At the corner of the street, the light makeup like fireflies gradually covered up the hustle and bustle of the world. Watching the noise quietly turned into a wisp of light smoke and fell asleep under the clear glow of the sky. Night, deep. The noisy voice faded with the dispersion of the crowd, leaving only the night breeze blowing, waking up a pool of recession. This city is so quiet, the surrounding is so quiet and cold, it seems strange to hear the heart tremble. Staring at, the light and shadow floating in the air are flowing, and each scene is clear, which makes my eyes feel sad, leaving a piece of coolness lingering in my body. In the distance, the trace of wind rising and falling is curling with tiny thoughts, and the uncertain scene is far away. The dream which was still clear in my heart was moored in the night with the boat of my mind. I asked every lonely cold star, calling for dawn and dusk. It fades its flashy, and gets used to a person who is drunk and sinking in the bright night, so as to irrigate his chest; Or use some prosperous and painful images between the lines, with the cold of the old love broken into bone marrow. Walking in the dilemma of life, I lamented that the past was falling with the wind. At first, the passionate and colorful dream was gradually annihilated by the disturbance of the world of mortals, and shed a lot of bitterness to accompany the annual rings passing quietly. In the smoke wave, I tried hard to imagine the charming scenery for the warmth of flowers. However, I finally made a wreath for it myself, leaving only a numb and cold heart walking in loneliness. There are Zen sayings, such as: the pure land does not need to be far away; Touch is the light of heart. I always tried to make myself say goodbye to many unbearable emotions, so in the grand fireworks on Earth, some people were rejected out of their hearts with indifferent attitude before they got close. Because I am afraid that those people and things that have been unforgettable will eventually disappear in the separation of life without trace. I finally have a deep understanding of the sadness that ends, the silent regret that cries, the heartbreaking pain and all kinds of extreme pains, as if I were a discarded child, so helpless. In the end, only being lonely and reluctant to leave, hanging on the chest wantonly make public, can’t be driven away by the dead skin. It seems that loneliness and loneliness always catch me tightly in my hand, making me suffocated, like duckweed, unwillingly putting my heart on the lonely ocean, listening to its singing and drifting with it, no to. Floating in the long river of life, it seems that there are only two endings, either crying and regretting, or facing with smile. As for how to choose, maybe no one can control it. If you ask me about my choice, then I will smile, even if my heart has broken the imaginary world, even if there is no breeze and the moon, at least there will be a long-lost feeling of sunshine. I have been recalling that carefree youth, smiling, happy and remembering happily, and drunk in it, for a long time, I can’t help myself. Time is like water, and I can’t help it. With the growing age, I gradually got used to walking alone, watching strange scenery and listening to lonely singing. In the cool days of time, there is a flowing dream, floating into the blue sky from the wind through the door, which can be a cloud, a sunset, or a poem, it can also be a nostalgic old song. Maybe when you are alone, you will not care too much about the harvest. In this way, there will be no loss or regret, and thus there will be a beauty of longing for the future, because you know, even if you try hard and keep chasing, life is not perfect. Maybe when you are alone, your heart can calm down, and your self-nature will be like colored glaze sublimating in loneliness, and you will realize prosperity from the smoke, and you will think about the meaning of life from afar. Then, calm down and write down the attachment in my heart and the life of tomorrow, which gradually grows into sweetness and a relieved smile in the clear brightness of the pen and ink, pointing to the fleeting year and spring, and looking back on the past. Under the eaves, listen to the surging wind and clouds; In the Cup and Cup, taste three thousand like a dream. Heart Tour between heaven and earth, pen drop Sujian, people watching, Book Passage. I only wish that I would not feel sad any more from now on, live quietly and restore the warmth itself. In the years like water, loneliness depends on each other and is accompanied by loneliness. From then on, those trifles are like giving up bad deeds. From then on, they will be detained at the end of the world without any reason. They will laugh at the world of mortals and watch the flowers. Lonely Night, desk light late. It seems that only this roll of ink incense can retain some fleeting streamer. All of a sudden, I was deeply touched. There were some roads that I had to learn to walk alone all the time, but I still had to smile bitterly, pretending that I didn’t think about anything and didn’t understand anything. Continue to smile the years with longing, smile and say that I will be very good, maybe there will be some loneliness and loneliness. In the past, the past will not say much; In the future, maybe it will be far away, maybe it will also be beautiful. Looking back for a few times, the rolling world is like a dream; Throwing a pen and throwing a word, no one understands the ink shortage

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