Past clouds or clouds of smoke in the past

Past clouds

(i)

Unconsciously, it was early winter again, and the street lights of the night were scattered in the fog. The desert cold air is fierce, illuminated by the bright neon halo, revealing an unspeakable ambiguous taste,

After all, there are few pedestrians on the road, and the vehicle shuttle is still crowded. This long winter night is like a lonely, sleepy dream. Silently, alone through the deserted alleyway, a gentle frost dust rises under your feet, or occasionally hangs up a red-faced woman who once smiled lightly with you, slightly angry, and traveled together for a while.

To this day, he is still bright and agile and still sunny in your thoughts, just like the good daughter who smiled and smiled at that time, which made you look radiant and couldn't help yourself. She seems to be so young and delicate, fresh and tender, and will not be wrapped up in the same years as the water.

But where is she at this moment? Except for your memory, you know nothing about her.

The night is deep, the mind is mellow like a pot of old wine, slippery and easy to fall. Not long after, I was already drunk.

When you are nostalgic for the old age and passing through a certain inflection point, you are suddenly shocked to find that some rumors in your life are actually true.

They do, but they weren't known to you before, so they weren't confirmed. As for the old affair between you and her, it will eventually run aground on the river of years. You will not see each other again in this life and in this life.

And on the road of life, there is always the inadvertent passing by, but in fact, it is an old person, but in the end, it is said goodbye to this, like smoke drifting away from the dust, that is, you and her life. Maybe a lot, but not much more.

(ii)

Perhaps in the early years, we deliberately forgot the fact that people can change. In your heart, you may have sprouted the shadow of others, but you have not yet blatantly acknowledged it. So you deliberately render the smell of missing her in the moment of contemplation alone. Your attitude is ambiguous, and your intentions are clear.

When the love is strong, the love becomes thinner, and the wine is not drunk and everyone is drunk. When the song is swirling and the flowers are fragrant; when the eyes are full of eyes and the smile is beautiful... Your long-sealed, dusty soul will inevitably fall into confusion again, willingly surrounded by that strange feeling.

Then you will find that you have tried to fall in love with someone else before you have forgotten her.

(iii)

The beauty or helplessness that comes from folklore is the most complete faith of the people who sing.

In a dream of life and no end, what you believe, you will get. The hopes and dreams in the red dust carry the most urgent needs of people. What you believe, your dreams will be, and you will hope to be satisfied with the fulfillment of that thing.

But for some things, you can't be relieved after all, even that little bit of pretend frankness, it seems so reserved, so reluctant, cramped and uneasy. In the face of the majestic years, the vast torrent, the world of Cui Wei, and the years that cannot be stopped, it is really like approaching the abyss, trembling, and keeping alarmed.

You may secretly worry about the inaction of a certain moment, ashamed of the indifference of a certain moment, or you may be involuntary at another time, slowly getting used to immersing yourself in a state of insensitivity and indifference. But you will eventually be troubled by cocooning yourself and will eventually be blamed.

In the darkness, it seems that everything has been cleverly arranged by the giant hand.