Yesterday's butterfly shadow, today's flowing year

Actually, tonight, at this moment, I want to say to you, I'm sorry! Somehow, I became a man of aphasia! I remember all those words about you, fiery, bland, humorous. About your expression, shy, stubborn, smiling, also remembered. I was going to tell you something about the sorrow of this rainy day, or the fragments of thoughts I have accumulated recently, but, in the end, I became a man of aphasia. I don't even want to reminisce about the past, I just want to sit like this, listen to the sound of the rain wrap me up, feel like a baby in swaddling, quiet and warm. At this time, I have nothing to worry about, nothing to look forward to and expect, the whole world, and I sleep with it, simply! That's all I want.

I like rainy days, and I hate rainy days, because rainy days always come with comfort and loneliness, always remind me of many people and things that I don't want to think of, such as my grandmother's sad eyes, such as my mother's pain and my own old things and inescapable responsibilities, I am not ready, in an untimely situation, continue to tell who my past, because, I have just learned, everything looks forward! Everyone must learn to wave away from the past, and then lightly load on the road, if on the way forward, you can also meet a person who can pluck the heartstrings, then do not be greedy because of love. Because, a man, does not belong to others, he belongs only to his past, present, and future. Seriously, from the perspective of life itself, this person's life has nothing to do with us. But emotionally, how can it be irrelevant?! Because of love, we enlarge this person into a large part of our own life, and even the whole world! We have narrowed the world down to his own world, and love is also gradually evolving, from the initial glance, the autumn water, to the later intensity, exclusivity and greed, and finally the pain into death! In fact, don't blame fate! This is not fate, it is we who destroy feelings. We can't change ourselves, we can't adapt to others, and in the end, we put the blame on fate. Therefore, we should study all our lives, learn to love ourselves, and learn to love others! Learning to be calm, calm, is an attitude of life, light, look down on human nature, look down on the world, settle, stabilize their emotions, stabilize their hearts, in the calm, see themselves clearly, but also tolerate others. Human nature itself, can not be too picky, you can only tolerate, because, there is no flower, is to please a person's eyes and open, she is just a flower, a flower of their own, drink water when you should drink water, when you should bask in the sun, when you should grow leaves, when you should open, when you pass, just in time, you find her, fall in love

she... The same is true of people.

The rain has been falling, like a nagging woman, noisy, but in this noise, bring me the comfort of déjà vu, for a while, I am a person who can't hide my heart and rely on talking, I always find someone to talk to when my heart is blocked and lying, sometimes a good sister, sometimes a blue face, sometimes a stranger... It wasn't until later that I found that the emotions were calm, at that moment, and the next day, the heart was still there, not coming and going! So, I gradually got tired of talking, tired of talking to some people in the middle of the night. And, getting worse and worse, I began to blur the definition of love, but I was also ambivalently convinced that I had loved! Those who once had unrepentant attachments, crazy followers, reckless giving and possession, loss and scattered feelings, irresistible pain and hysterical torture, all of which will eventually become a little bit of memory. Yesterday's butterfly shadow, today's flowing year, I am in the attic listening to the wind and rain, who has a lonely night?!

The obsessive poet always plants deep sorrow and sorrow on the last rainy day, and when the next rainy day comes, he will reap more sorrow and more sorrow. In fact, even if you are not a poet, no matter how skilled and comfortable you are in the face of human feelings, in the depths of your heart, there is always a poet's feelings, white, although it will be a little yellow, weak, with a hint of pain! Sometimes, this is more like a defect, and the most distressing thing is that many people can't express the truest emotions in their hearts, because the grind of life has smoothed out the edges and corners of too many people, and at the same time reduced people's perception. I don't want this, I want to retain a true disposition in this rolling red dust, in this impermanence of the world, forever, necessarily! Until death.

I don't remember exactly how many people have said the three words "I love you" to me, but I am still grateful, the feelings they said when they said this sentence, once warmed me, so that I will not feel that I am a little known woman who has not been loved, no matter who they are now, and in the future, who will accompany them, whether they are beautiful as flowers, I feel that they are real people, it is worth meeting, knowing each other is worth it, and loving each other is precious ~! I am willing to bless others, and I hope that I know how to grasp and cherish at every turning point.

Rainy days, smiling into the humid air, sad at the keyboard and display, saying goodnight to someone who cares about me! The years were quiet, but very ruthless, and in this late night, I was stripped into two people, liu and calm, one lonely and stoic.