Time flies, and the years are like songs. Fingers are old, like water flowing through. In the long river of memory, in the rhythmic memories, in the days we have traveled, more or less, we will all have some happiness and sentimentality. However, when a person retreats and thinks alone, I call all these joys and sentimentalities loneliness.
Whenever night comes, those shadowy loneliness will also fall with the moonlight, fall in the heart, and fall in the deep and long thoughts. In silent contemplation, I would say that there can be vicissitudes and happiness in loneliness. I can't remember how many lonely days there were, in the quiet of the night, when the moonlight shone in front of the window, and the mind began to wander.
Ripple through the memories of the past, ripple through the helplessness of life, no matter what, we can think of loneliness as poetic beauty. Poetic loneliness, quiet world, lonely world, how do we interpret loneliness? I said, "All loneliness can be interpreted in poetry!" ”
Lonely like poetry, we look back. A little frustration, a sadness; a little failure, weeping. In fact, it is not necessary, these are the tempers that life gives us, it makes us strong, let us be more familiar with this strange world. Floating like a dream, looking back on the ripples of the past. In the ups and downs of life, there have been several twists and turns.
Lonely like poetry, we learn to be proud of the spring breeze and see the world as hazy. We learn to smile, learn to say goodbye to the past, learn to give up those shackles, learn to face the sun, continue to feel the warmth of the sun, and slowly learn to grow like a small tree.
Loneliness is like poetry, we will think in the quiet years. Don't be sad, summarize yourself, don't be sad, see yourself clearly, have reflection, prevent microaggressions, have vision, and do your best. We will learn from experience, do not regret, do not regret, give up everything that should be given up, and pluck up the courage to work hard.
Loneliness is like poetry, we can cry, we can cry, because we are all mortal. When the torrent of feelings arrives, there is no need to control, you can let it flood, which does not mean that I am not strong, this does not mean that we are not active, we sometimes need the catharsis of the heart and feelings.
Loneliness is poetic, but we are not in a trance. We are not running away from ourselves, we are in our own hearts, using our own thoughts to interpret the world, so that our hearts belong, so that our thoughts are clearer, not confused, not decadent. Loneliness is poetry, loneliness is life. I sat in the arms of the flowing years, sat next to the lonely, wrote a lonely poem, made myself quieter, and let the time slowly pass in loneliness.
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