No branch

No branch

The fragrance of tea becomes mellow, because it can’t stand the washing of the long waiting years. Sometimes, there is no direction, like the lost meteor has not passed through the atmosphere and has been shattered to pieces. I often wonder whether the mainstream abandoned itself or betrayed the mainstream. It was a feeling of no branches to live on, and the free heart was blank. In addition to the annoying depressed atmosphere. From time to time, he looked up to the sky and hissed, as if he was a little unsatisfied Qianli horse, telling the God the injustice. I am an outdated bird without a companion, just like a plant standing alone in the vast desert, which has no branches to live on and looks helpless. Therefore, I have to choose loneliness, which is the only choice to live on. I long for a tree, waiting for me to live or stay with me. Most of the time, words are logical, just like many times, life is emotional, and you can’t help moving. I once thought that I was very indifferent, like an eagle, hovering in the vast sky and despising the world. I have no branches to live on, and I can only stay on the cliff, which is the destination of an eagle. I tried hard, hard, and desperately. In fact, your wings determine your flying height. Too much exhaustion can only make you more frustrated and at a loss, because life can only be content with the status quo. Struggle, in some sense, is just a kind of vain, just like the branches of autumn. Life is destined that you must drop your green, and your struggle can only be a tragedy. I don’t want to complain about life, nor do I want to complain about myself. Life is as plain as water, and I have never been innocent. Those regrets can only aggravate your hunger imbalance and aging appearance. If you regret, it can only be regarded as disrespect for your own life and blasphemy against yourself. Therefore, I don’t want to regret. History can only record those glorious destinies, while for plain life, it can only be filled in with blank space. Therefore, I am glad that there is a blank space belonging to me in history. Confused, my most realistic life could not find an exit and had no direction at all. It was a kind of torture, but also a kind of pain and fatigue without branches. Giving up, or it is a kind of beauty, just like breaking up, and when there is goodbye, breaking up may miss a period of beauty, but who can guarantee that the next time I want to see it, it is better than this break-up. Life needs to give up and be confused. Confusion is even more the whole of life, just like soberness is the topic that people pursue forever. I am not unfortunate, but lucky to be confused, and my life is full of fantasy and longing, pain and no branches to live. It is a kind of scenery to live without branches, or a kind of sad beauty of confusion. Romantic, which makes people feel a mysterious atmosphere in fantasy and longing, makes themselves feel a kind of sadness with blood in their eyes in pain and confusion. There are no branches to live in. Most of the time, I try hard to uncover the veil which is as thin as a cicada’s wing, but it is always out of reach. It is a kind of estrangement between reality and soberness, that is a kind of mystery that cannot be touched and peeled off. There are no branches to live on, which makes people feel a feeling that they want to help but cannot give, and makes people feel a pity. This is neither my sorrow nor their fault. All this should be due to a defect of life itself. Perhaps, my thought itself is a mistake. Maybe life itself is the combination of confusion and soberness, or life without branches is life and thought itself. Now, I have no branches to live on.

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