Past cantabile

I always like to let my heart face the starry sky alone in the quiet night, which is a kind of self-intoxication. I hold my heart tightly and listen quietly to the gentle sliding of the night wind around my ears, the lingering coolness, slowly falling down the growing heart. Looking at the amorous feelings and flowing words all the way, telling the endless helplessness and novel loneliness, reading the stories of spring, summer, autumn and winter, turning into green poems and colored glaze beside the streams of time. Life is like a dream. In the flowing years like water, we are just passers-by in a hurry. No one can know whether the road ahead is a horse plain or a crossing. As long as we pass, we will freeze forever, turn into the clouds of the past. Whether it is happiness or sadness, after all, it is the past that the mark of our footsteps deposits into songs. Born in this world, we all have to endure the cold wind and rain and face hardships. But along the way, there are always countless ups and downs, as well as endless spring flowers and autumn moon, green trees and red flowers. When you are frustrated in life, you can sit and watch the red glow of the lonely Heron at dusk with a plain heart, or listen to the evening singing of fishing boats in the quiet night where the moon is as beautiful as water. The Silent Deep thoughts let the sentimental heart open the long notes with lasting charm, and those flashy fragments can always be retrieved between the past like songs. Those beautiful mistakes, fresh dreams and plain scenery will turn into warm details to comfort our souls. There are always different chances in life, and the past events like songs remember our former Glory or infinite sadness. Don’t confuse your eyes because of the past glory, don’t be covered by the gloomy wind and dust because of the past pain, the momentary moaning can only be exchanged for others’ temporary cheap sympathy and mercy. Don’t learn to complain, and don’t learn to sink. Only in the fragments of the past can you find the gap to step out of the mire or thorns, find your confidence and strength, so as to light the lamp of hope and set off with new hope. Then, while winning flowers and applause, it will also win the respect of others! Time is like the wind, and the past is like a song. I like to immerse myself in the past like a song in the silent night, recalling the past, recalling the journey traveled, looking back on the pride of youth and forgetting those sorrows, forget those sad and beautiful, let a pair of wise eyes look for the brilliant stars in the silent night through the dust of time.

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