2021, the last reverie

The Last Reverie of 2021 | text: Guang Rui

"In the past moments, you can be a little less frustrated"

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Looking at the hurried pace of time, there is always an inexplicable feeling of pity and trepidation in my heart. Stretch out your arms to try to block, but what can you block, even the air can't block, just the brain hole is wide open, can only sigh, chanting: full of mountains and rivers empty thoughts far away, falling in the autumn.

Sometimes, in dreams, dreams go back to the years of song, running in the sun, staying under the acacia tree, wandering between butterflies and bees, singing and dancing on the green grass. Sprinkle your mind on the field full of rose petals, staying in the clear and transparent spring water; dyeing the body with the brilliance and softness of the sun, dyeing the freedom and freedom of the fish, and making this season's thoughts gentle and exciting.

When I woke up from the dream, the vicissitudes of the years were clearly presented in front of my eyes, and a wave of confusion and trepidation was like a knotted vine crawling all over the body and mind. Somehow, I don't know how, but with a kind of desolation and recklessness, perhaps a wisp of indignation and injustice, so I began to long for the beginning of the dream, longing for the warm sunshine, able to penetrate the gray clouds, straight to the bottom of the damp and depressed heart. Then, continue the warmth in your heart until forever.

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I have always thought that the world is colorful, the seasons are gentle, and even the unbridled north wind is only temporary. Looking at the dead branches and leaves on the ground that were moaning miserably, I even felt very bored, pretending to strangle and sigh. The troubles are theirs, but I don't.

Picking up a broken leaf, patiently splicing, carefully examining, trying to help them find the original memory, but the goose (however), how can it be spliced completely when it is broken? After all, there is a rift. Looking back again, he is already one of the remnants of the leaves, and looking back is already a person in suffering.

I know very well that as I get older, Fanghua has passed away, and the yellow-red fallen leaves have begun to turn into Earth. Those years of wind, frost, snow and rain began to constantly patronize this beautiful and lovely world. At this time, our masks are removed layer by layer, the fence at the bottom of our hearts is torn down in a circle, re-examining ourselves, hearing is a mottled lament, the world will be in the cycle of time can not look back, but unrealistically look forward to the gentle and heartwarming time, once again to subvert our understanding of the world.

Looking up at the sky, the fallen leaves are gone, the wind is still there, the rain is still there, the hands are folded, silently praying, hoping that the future self, and those remaining withers, can also find a beam of bright sunshine in the cold wind and rain of the world, shine themselves, illuminate the road ahead, so that the rough and simple heart can be put down smoothly. Looking back, the moments of the past can be less frustrated and more comfortable.

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Pseudonym: Guang Rui. For me, words are a manifestation of life and a conveyance of feelings; words are a decoy to soothe a tired soul.

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