The feast was very quiet

Every one of us at the feast should be very happy. But we, everyone, are not happy. When the fireworks are in full bloom, everyone claps their hands and looks up at the sky to see the brilliance of the fireworks in the night, so luxurious and dazzling.

After the fireworks were set off, everyone dispersed, leaving only a few bystanders who set off the fireworks, picking up the remains left behind after the fireworks were extinguished. For a moment it seemed so deserted that the hurried pedestrians seemed not to dare to make a little noise, as if they were frustrated by something after the fireworks.

Something precious must have been lost! It is not so that those who collect the wreckage will understand what the fireworks have brought to the world when they are in full bloom.

The remains of the fireworks that still had residual warmth were all collected in the garbage bins, and without waiting for careful confirmation, the fireworks were forced to walk off the stage and walk towards the darkest place of prosperity... Prosperity still exists, but it can no longer be a fireworks bloom, and the icing on the cake is even more luxurious!

Let's go! The people who were ready to disperse skimmed the people next to them with their elbows, as if to remind each other that the fireworks had burned out and it was time to disperse.

There was not a drop of wine left in the jug, even every delicate wine glass was empty, and there was the residual temperature of the drunkard at the mouth of the glass, and the drunkard was supported by people, and some inaudible drunken words were spoken in his mouth, which matched the end of the feast.

The mess on the ground heralded the official end of the feast, and the last few drunken people sat in the far corner, their faces flushed, and they fell asleep in the moonlight in the dim light.

The next day, the rising sun just revealed a little hazy light, and the drunken people finally woke up, slowly opened their sleepy eyes, smiled at each other, and they also agreed with each other that no one would know about this except each other!

The remnants of last night's feast scattered on the ground, you can imagine how absurd the joy of last night was. The absurd people, after the absurdity, have all disappeared, and these sober pretending to be serious people will never mention the absurdity of last night to anyone.

The agreed person did not come, and the lone goose waited in the sky, and finally turned into a white cloud and disappeared at the end of the sky. The world has scratched each other's faces, even if they are deeply loved, they dare not face each other and show their love for each other!

Waiting in front of the eaves, the foreshadowing of the previous life can no longer outline the face of deep love. The next season, the released paper kites fly to the end of the world, carrying the complex of the past, quite unwilling! Embroidered with shabby ragged, although the world has changed mercilessly, people who toss and turn, it is difficult to sleep. It is love that retains time, it is love that freezes the picture, the picture of time, and it is time that stomps on time.

However, I asked where we would go in the future, whether we would meet again, and even whether we would care about each other, listen to the arrangement of fate, and wander everywhere in time.

The burned-out candlesticks are already cold, unlike when the candles are bright, giving people the warmth and expectation of the night. Everything is like running out of oil, and the song is finally scattered. It is not even possible to store a single thought, leaving a few strands of evidence for the scene of the encounter.

Touching the black, continue to move forward, touch the head and break the blood flow and do not look back, do not dare to cry out in pain. The hospitality of this life, full of bitter wine, can only be drunk alone!

There is no need for too much embellishment, to let anyone understand that it is not easy here, no one here is not easy, no one shouts pain, holding a cup full of bitter wine, drinking quietly to the moon.

The thousand words in the stomach no longer need to be spoken to people, waiting for the review of time, clear the grave, and there is no need to ask me who I am. Standing tall, the vastness of heaven and earth in the eyes, in the trance, there were also people accompanying, each showing their magic, easily crossing the Milky Way, to embrace the deeper and farther sky.

-Author-

Pen name: Nothing more than, a native of Yibin, Sichuan, a lonely walker who likes to record his life and feelings with words. Once dreamed of being a great writer, now, forced by life, is only humble with words and walk together.

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