Summer of lonely

The drizzle floated again, and the night came quietly. The world of a person was so flourishing, and with the charm of Pinellia, loneliness had nowhere to be placed. I was still not used to leaving alone in the corner, empty room, with no one person. I suddenly felt that the world was so big that everyone was somewhere else, so far away from me that I couldn’t touch it. The dark night sky was painted and the loneliness was bottomless. I never knew the speed and temperature of sadness spreading, if you are destined to live in isolation, why do you still look for it in the deepest world of mortals and march towards the warm direction. Festivals are revelry for a group of people and loneliness for a person. On such a day, happiness always seems so rich and full, but it is so remote and alienated. I sit alone and think alone. I am eager for familiar people and lively scenes, but there was only a downpour outside the window, and a bottle of wine with a shelf life of ten years remained at hand. The atmosphere was so dignified that the breath turned into lead gray. The mobile phone was quietly standing aside. I wondered if I should pick it up and call someone? The lightning on the horizon cut through the night, and then thunder rumbled again. It’s all right. Loneliness and loneliness will be better. At least there is rain singing beside the ears. Summer is a rainy season, water is always so abundant, and Lotus is blooming in different red all the time. In the afternoon rain, I walked a long way, just for the lotus flower in my dream, walking gently along the shore of the lake, looking at it from a distance, approaching slowly. The Lotus came out of the water, mostly in bud, only a few flowers were blooming in the gentle wind and drizzle. In the pavilion in the distance, someone was taking wedding photos. Maybe others, the woman was wearing a blue wedding dress with a slightly revealing shoulder and could not see her face clearly. The man was beside her. Anyway, that was the feeling of unprecedented elegance, without many words. Sparsely populated, on the way back, looking at the plants stretching out of the wall at the residential building, there were only two or three flowers blooming, as if the pieces of green were just to foil her delicacy and brightness, so beautiful swaying in the air, I don’t know whether it would be happier to make a flower, a tree or a grass? The lake water was rippling and the weeping willows brushed across the lake. The scenery of heaven and earth reflected in the water. People were also in the upper reaches of the sky. In the lake, there was a wooden boat crossing the center of the water, bypassing the water, walking through, looking at the picture dyed by rain, I felt a little happy and lonely. Sometimes, I really want to abandon everything and embark on a personal journey, spending my whole life wandering. And sometimes, I really want to restrain my mind, hold hands with those who love each other, waste the world, and calm down in the fleeting time. Perhaps, whether it is upstream or downstream, dreams are really not that important. I, a little crazy, a little quiet, a little happy, a little sad. Everything expanded on the picture scroll of my heart, which made me bright and gloomy. Looking back to the world, I decided to leave for half of my life, half beautiful. The path paved by the pale purple purple purple flowers, the beautiful soul, can’t bear to step, stand on tiptoe and walk by, thinking of the same beautiful years, but afraid that it will be wasted, I don’t know what kind of life can be counted as passing the exam. If not, I will stop and go on the road of my life gradually moving away, just like walking on the road of wind and rain now. Think about it, and also like the rain outside the window in the city, fluttering and living. Happiness sometimes, loneliness sometimes, maybe this should be the time of a lifetime, the amorous feelings of a lifetime, the sorrow and joy of a lifetime. In my imagination, I shouldn’t be like this now, no matter it is good or bad in others’ eyes. Looking at the corner of the eye, there was loneliness or smile at the tip of the eyebrows, and the back was so haggard. How many times have I told myself to be strong and smile, but I still feel lonely when sadness wears my heart and melancholy is dyed all over the sky, under the night sky of the city where the fragrance of zongzi was full of rain, there was a sense of pain torn by silk. With the refreshing wind and rain on my body, my heart is slightly cool in this summer, and the tenderness of the past still remains at my fingertips, but the years are missed after all, and people are just like those flowers, scattered in the ends of the world. Smile with bitter, the world must be so sad, Heart will feel not so monotonous! Tears with smiles, time must be so color, life will feel not so sad! Perhaps, I think too much and always expect a life different from now. Remember someone said something similar, worry too much because of good memory, and sad too much because not meet status. No matter the reason, it is just this night of semi-summer, Loneliness permeated the soul of the heart. Suddenly my heart became cold and lonely. How to tell those warm past, how to mention those warm past, remember everyone’s appearance, remember everyone’s warmth, remember everyone’s smile, but you can only miss, miss, unable to meet, unable to meet again. I told myself that I couldn’t cry. Even if the youth is gone, people are no longer what they used to be. Even if the years are lost, we can no longer go back to the past. Even if it is collapsed, I can’t fall in love with today’s life, even though the wind and rain were shaking, I still didn’t find the exit to get lost. The road still had to go. If I lost my dream, my life would continue. The world is so swaying and wandering, and there are always many injured people. How can they not feel lonely? It has nothing to do with others. The red is falling, the flute is melodious, and the world of mortals is just a dance festival; The green silk turns white hair, and it is just a moment. Just grow old and disappear in the fleeting time, boil a pot of tea, wait for the light smoke to dissipate, the water to cool, and the tea to fade. Think about it, there are so many lonely people, and I am just one of them, just like, the rain rhyme of Pinellia, flowers can only fall in the wind. Think about it again, the world is full of fades, and finally it is the one who can’t defeat the love. Looking back and smiling, the world of mortals is extremely beautiful, and finally it is the one who can’t defeat the love lightly. The years are so long, there are so many people on the road, most of the happy people are the same, while lonely people have their own worries. That’s it. I didn’t pay attention to the colorful streetscape under the bright lights. I was tired and the rain stopped. It was time to turn around and go back. I was happy in my dream, and then I smiled and walked on the road of life in the storm. But the wind and rain drift tonight, let me indulge in loneliness, listen to the wind and rain to the blue seaside, and then come back with the loneliness of the ebb and ebb, singing the loneliness in the fleeting years with me affectionately, the sound choked, coloring and desolation. 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