What cannot be killed and what will not be forgotten will one day be forgotten calmly. It felt like a cup of tea that had been brewed for a long time, and the tea leaves had sunk from the surface of the water to the bottom of the cup, like losing their lives, and they were still cold after all.
"I landed in the United States in April, and I wish you all the best for the future."
When I received this message, I didn't have tears like I imagined, or I was back to the bottom. I still felt the trembling of my heart more or less, but it was only such a trivial moment.
From birth to death, it is a process of constant loss and continuous forgetting. Lose the right to be naïve, lose the fantasy power of the imagination, lose the right to speak out. Forget the feeling of pain, forget the moment of love, forget the original intention of all actions.
Desires piled up into a sea, thoughts intensified, and finally they all turned into pale silence and expressionless goodbye. After a short period of loss, it is sober to live, it is to continue to move forward no matter what, it is tired that you can slow down a little but never look back, it is habitual self-healing and shaking your head when you are hesitant and not firm.
Countless times I want to try some method or means to make myself lose my memory, and then remember my name through the mouth of others, and start a new life with indifference to the past.
Turning your head, you will think, will people with amnesia also be miserable?
The memories we dream of being erased are hard for them to buy. Even if it's not beautiful, or it's too heavy, it may not be worth one in ten thousand that they want to remember.
It seems that nothing is particularly painful and particularly memorable.
If you're going to go, I'd say, take care.
It seems that most unforgettable memories are not good. Because of hurt, because of hate, because of unwillingness, it has become a monument to remind themselves of all the time, and they have grown into a valley of monuments, all over the road in the past.
One, the dream god of heaven is the god of heaven, the second path, the dream into the flesh and bones, the three path, the dream into the livestock, the four path, the dream into the lily, the five, the dream into the mud.
Many times I feel tired because I want too much but get too little, and I know I can't do it. Good or evil, people and ghosts are different. Different three views build different personalities and constitute thousands of people in the world. There is always a difference between what you want and what you get, and human desire evolves endlessly, until you forget how to write the word "contentment" in the end.
"Scars are like years, one after another, year after year, all of which together make a person."
Many times, what we desperately hide from what we don't want is what allows us to get the tonic we need. Behind a lot of forgiveness is the cherishing that is about to overflow on the ground, behind a lot of active outstretching is the hand that will not change in life, and behind a lot of comfort and compromise is that you are really important, and I don't want to lose.
The inherent willfulness and childishness of human beings may be derived from this the term "hindsight".
Contented, cherished, put away the thorns of the body, walking closer and closer to the ideal, a sweet candy of life that is first bitter and then sweet.