Every day when I came to the window, I was so attached. I opened the curtain covering time, and the full blue sky filled my heart, that green garden always let me go back to my carefree childhood through time and space. The scene of several children chasing Xi Xi was a spring hidden in a winter oil painting. Looking back on the past twenty years of life, happiness, bitterness and sadness always made me intoxicated at this time. The past days are just like the white edges in black and white photos, and the intangible in the tangible is the philosophy of the days. So I also stared at my eyes in the mirror with fluorescence when the night was still deep, waiting for the second appearance of myself. At that time, I no longer belonged to the real world, because, I am enjoying the sweetness under Tao Yuanming’s eastern chrysanthemum fence. Life is a wonderful circle. From ancient times to present, it is another reincarnation. I will come and leave gently, but I can’t take away a cloud of missing. The days are always in the near future

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Finally, it was another autumn on the road from barren to barren. The neon of the city, accompanied by the roar of cars, is not accompanied, and gradually becomes dim. Is a nights. The Paradise I once dreamed of flashed magnificently in the silence of the hourglass of time. The blink of an eye was submerged in the fine yarn, leaving some dust that could not stand missing. Is a rainy day. Autumn rainy night. My favorite time is always a touch of sadness, a touch of reluctance, and a touch of nostalgia. On the way I came, I went through the mud of locust flower and stepped through the ethereal snow. Skip the water on the lake and the coldness of the rails. The night will come after all, but the bright dawn yesterday will never come again. I lost something, but I didn’t know what I lost, what I got, but I didn’t know the geometry. There is joy and regret. The plain days constantly beat the road, satirizing everything in the world at any time, just like satirizing the abrupt lonely stone in the grassland, without companionship and direction. Perhaps, once there was a small stone snuggling up, or in the flood of time, went to the distance it originally wanted. Therefore, we can only stand alone. Autumn comes and autumn goes, rain stops, morning goes and morning arrives. But everyone knows that Ming is not yesterday. Colorful fallen leaves, cool autumn wind. The mistakes sweeping over and over again still cannot restore the previous appearance. Listening to the slow heartbeat, I finally realized that the shoulder I always wanted to give was no longer as tough as imagined, and the chest I always wanted to give was no longer as spacious as imagined. The snow on the treetop will always break off the branches, and the air in the sky will always scatter thick clouds. Maybe, it’s time to have a rest. Maybe, life doesn’t allow a nap at all. Just a little tired, a little tired. Autumn is cool, rain stops, and the night becomes quiet.

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