"Chasing the Distant Light" | text: Silence
"Looking forward to moving forward, this is probably the best chase"
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Autumn color is deep, as usual, the sun from the gap of the ginkgo biloba leaf full of pouring to the entire face, yellow skin is like opening a beauty camera, white has become the most beautiful person, look up and gaze, trace the source of this light, just can see the distance from the white expanse, a time from blurred to dark, recalled again, that sense of forgetting seems to be a kind of past, can not go back, can not reach.
Everything in life will begin to become a kind of historical drama, noble people, will make the script more ingenious, but also can retain a little of the long river of history, ordinary people, just let the daily script continue to change, but also continue to lose.
These and so on scripts make up our lives, for which we can be tired of labor, we can also be lazy and leisurely, I don't understand what will happen if I go on like this, but the beginning of everything has foreshadowed the end of this, the end of the plot of the scene has become a luxury, but also a time that is difficult to go back, I want to remember, but I always discard it, I don't know why it is discarded, maybe the plot is too short, maybe the content is too sad and happy, until the final end, but also trace the light in the gap.
That year, his best pleasure was to play hide-and-seek with a group of people large and small, innocent smiles, innocent faces, a few children in torn clothes, shouting passwords, touching the dim sunset, footsteps and breathing constantly approaching, looking, looking, running away, deliberately frightened, the last smile bloomed in the dusty pit in the dark starry sky, accompanied by stardust, the moonlight gently protruded out of the clouds, the tulle-like shadows in the compound dangled around, but some were still and terrible.
After a long time, the whole night is only the continuous whistle of the cockroach, and the warm earth kang has heard a burst of snoring, and this tranquility is more like a deep but beautiful night painting of the human scene. The past of that year is already a beautiful past, can not go back, can not go, the disappearance of this taste does not know when it will be erased, can only try to retain, can only continue to rewind, maybe a certain year at a certain moment, and the picture at that time is enough.
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Growing up, maturity, wit, responsibility, pressure as if these are not yours, but just like this, you have to work hard to accept, you do not have to escape, this is life, or the happiness that adults should have, this is also the wish we made when we were young, to grow up fast, to become adults, but people are fickle, big, regret, but the world has no time to go backwards, only the infinite extension of time.
The old man quietly looked at the intersection, his eyes were sluggish, the sun was warm and sunny on the whole body, maybe he was feeling the warmth brought by the sun, maybe he was looking at everyone who passed by, maybe his thoughts were constantly evolving at the intersection, from nothing to there, from mud to flat, shouting, laughing, children crying, for a time, the wrinkles on his face had floated up and down, the forehead seemed to highlight more, the deep folds in the corners of the eyes were somewhat moist, but it did not make the world flower, a blink, everything seemed to return to normal, The intersection was quiet, the old man blinked again to see the past, he was waiting, waiting for something to appear, this is perhaps the best expectation, but also the most beautiful chase.
Looking forward to moving forward, this may be the best chase, as if our world will eventually get a closed loop, this may be a happy ending, but also a balance, at some point in time we will remember another point in time, somewhere let us suddenly feel that we have come, these starting points are like the focus, not clear, can only always start from the present, but such a beginning, but can let us always move forward, as if the point we want is a certain past, but we are still in the blur, feel that it is the future moment, Finally chase, reach that moment, maybe happy, maybe bland.
Maybe everyone has their own mirage in their hearts, constantly chasing this, chasing the light of the long journey in that gap, running continuously, forward, until the end, and then smiling calmly.
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Pseudonym: Silence. I have also written a lot, and every time I go to a place, I will organize it into a small novel, and every time I feel and experience, I want to record it. If it were possible, I would like to write about the whole world!
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