Displacement

Blink of an eye, and have been wandering for nearly a month in the loss of time. Unconsciously, August has come to an end again. For many people, the new semester is about to begin. It’s just me, but I’m still looking back, the time I ‘ve passed. Stumbling, ignorant and persistent in the fleeting years, and then watching something once embedded in the deepest part of my heart gradually dissipate, I also really want to try my best to grasp the treasured things that I may never really have, but, all my efforts are worn out in the past insistence, now I really don’t have so much energy to continue the one-man show that nobody cares about! For a long time, I always recalled many things when I was half asleep and half awake, thinking of many people. In my sleep, I always had the same vague figure, which was obviously a beautiful scene, but there was a faint colic in my heart. When I woke up, there were always big tears hanging in the corner of my eyes. Maybe the tears that could not fall down in the daytime were all piled up in my dream. Accustomed to the sweet smile, I seem to forget what tears look like. My friends said that she was a girl with strong self-esteem, and I smiled slightly, so I was not wrong, just like what my friends said, she was a sensitive and sentimental woman, although many careless people don’t take care of it now, some of them don’t exist without thinking about it, and they don’t feel sad if they don’t care! Some things, lost, can no longer have! It seems to be back to the way it was a year ago. I can’t fall asleep until midnight. I huddle up in bed at midnight, staring at some unclear place in a daze with my eyes open. There will be many figures flashing in my mind, then I would like to talk to someone. When I open the phone book and press the dial key, I will have the same pleasant voice to answer the same question and smile gently. At this time, it is the best time to rest. In a trance, I remembered that someone once said that he would not turn off the phone. He pressed the familiar numbers, but quickly closed the phone when hearing the sound of music. We were so close that we couldn’t be sad! My heart is wandering from place to place in my own small world, and I can’t find a place to live. I once thought that if I chose a distant view, there would be no such bright sadness, after staying away, I found that I was so afraid of the alienation and strangeness caused by this. Some people say that the cruelest thing is not parallel lines, but intersecting lines. Indeed, although parallel lines will never have intersection points, they can look at them nearby. This gaze can be affectionate and warm, it will bring happiness sweetness, and the intersecting line will gradually move away after a short intersection. What is pulled apart is the pain and distance torn in my heart, which is becoming more and more unreachable, finally disappeared at the end of life, even a sigh could not be kept! However, I will still choose the intersection line, even if it is cruel, even if it is painful, because that happy and sad memory is so reluctant to abandon! Therefore, in one’s yearning, there are periods of follow-up! Missing is as cold as frost and snow. If the sun shines in the dawn, you and I still have nothing in our hands. Please don’t despair and cherish for yourself! Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Meditation

Only at the moment of lifting the pen can the heart be calm. This may be an excuse for no reason. I always feel a little sad when I go back to school from home. I still love home. Although I was alone in other places a long time ago, I still couldn’t help thinking about people or things in my family. It seems that this problem can’t be changed. It’s good to take some time from trivial matters every day to make yourself Ponder, calm down and think wildly or reverie. I like the feeling that belongs to me. It is neither self-admiring, nor the kind of serene and elegant pursuit of literati. I am not a literati, but a painter who occasionally writes essays without tea like Longjing, A cup of boiled water can also wash away the world deep in the heart. At this time, I should be a nostalgic person, thinking about the group of children who were chased by others and played mud together while stealing watermelons from other people; Thinking about the young boy who looked up at the stars and kept imagining under the night sky; I also thought about the first girl who came into my heart during the ignorant period. At this time, I was even a scavenger, picking up the fragments abandoned by time carefully. The autumn night was very cold, and the kind of cold that I didn’t have any feelings, I always miss those past which are worth guarding with my whole life. But the whole life is too long, the Spring flowers bloom and fall, the swallows go and return, after a long time, have I been carved without edges and corners? When you know how stars shine, are you willing to have fairy tales in your world? Growth is sometimes a terrible word. I really don’t know which side the balance of gain and loss will be on the road of growth. Maybe eternity on the road of growth means monotony. Who is willing to keep the innocent happiness like a child forever instead of growing up? But sometimes I really don’t want to stop the hurried steps that I don’t know where to go. Why? I don’t know, and I won’t be stubborn to look for answers. Maybe I am afraid that if I stop, I will find that I have lost or missed a lot of good things, which will make me feel heartbroken. Only when I keep running can I find an excuse not to face it. But I also feel tired, confused, hesitant and even afraid, not afraid of the darkness of the night, but afraid of the darkness in my heart. So I stopped quietly and lived in a corner of my heart. Maybe only at this time does it belong to me, not someone else’s me. I use to think about why or for whom to fight, cry or laugh. I always believe that everyone has a lonely time and a world of his own, which is his own private garden. Even his beloved lover cannot kiss open the tightly closed window. It was a lost world. The infinitely small one couldn’t let others stop, and the infinitely large one let himself gallop freely. I like autumn, especially the wilderness of autumn without wind. The slightly yellowish leaves in the distance are like a key to open the heart, savoring the small world full of autumn in no one Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…