The traces of time will appear in some specific time and space, showing mottled lines, making people addicted and eager.
Like those people, those things.
They are all far removed from their present life, but in the stored memories, they have not gone far. I have been in a strong and indomitable posture, waiting for the memory floodgates to open again.
Or be sealed up by eternal choice and disappear.
What comes to mind is the smell of long-lost memories. It makes many cold hearts become soothing and warm.
When you quietly pick up the pen and rustle on the paper, you can clearly hear it telling it powerfully, perhaps appreciating itself, perhaps laughing at itself.
The cold of this winter solstice is a bit overwhelming. The other day was still bright sunshine, and the heat made more people cry bitterly. After several consecutive small rains at night, the temperature plummeted sharply.
Let people instantly experience the breath of winter.
We are all sick straws tormented by life, just as many people have many joys and sorrows.
Occasionally wandering the streets of the autumn breeze, the expressionless faces that appear after being blown by the wind make the night in the city even more speechless.
Do you still like to stop on the street corner in the brightly lit streets, or do you like to reminisce in the dead of night.
It's a really pleasant feeling to be lined with cars and crowds on the streets. Turn around an unknown street corner and walk down to the next unknown street, accompanied only by the cold wind. Like a madman, living reverently and humbly.
Fingers reached out and pulled away in the wind, but fingers played into a lonely posture. The crowd of threes and twos suddenly felt hurt. When lonely, a walker who comes and goes freely takes away despair and leaves melancholy. As a result, more unknown people will be mixed in.
In the dynamics of space, those well-defined words that flicker on and off have more than once slandered your or my nerves.
Then everything began to fall into decadence.
And the insignificant words of those who have not seen those who have not seen for a long time, one word at a time, one greeting at a time, are enough to touch my cold and fragile heart at this moment.
It was infused with warm seeds, in stark contrast to the endlessly desolate world of such a cold and frozen place.
It turned into a warm, positively comforting corpse...
