There are so many emotional drifts in life, there is always a drift that is not endless; there are so many stations in life, there is always a station that does not come and go in a hurry; life has so many waits, there is always a wait that is not completely slim. When waiting becomes a habit, it may slowly fade into oblivion. The bitterness of waiting, the only thing that is remembered is the joy of the bittersweet tears of the reunion. ...... Life is a station, coming in and going out; yesterday, it was a landscape, seen, blurred; time is a passerby, remembered, forgotten. Life is a funnel, gained, lost; camaraderie is a feast, hot and cold; confusion is an attitude, indulged, converged; life is a calm, also crying, but also laughing. In life, there are many fleeting, like a farewell at the station, just hugging each other, and in the blink of an eye, they have gone their separate ways. A lot of times, you don't understand, and I don't understand, just
In this way, when talking and talking, it changes, it is tired of listening to it, it is tired of watching and watching, it is slow to follow, and it is scattered when walking, but "if the two feelings are long, will they be in the twilight of the dynasty"? Starring in positive and negative, comedic and tragic, different characters.
Whether you like it or not, the show continues to be staged until the end of your life. A person's life is a script that must be created by oneself and performed by oneself. Whether it is a tragedy or a comedy, it depends on how you interpret it. Once heard a story. Two lovers, two stations, one north of the city and one south of the city. They were separated by a distant city. The noise of the city cannot swallow the tranquility in each other's hearts, the bustling lights of the city cannot hide the ordinary figures in each other's hearts, and the indifference of the city cannot freeze the warm waiting in each other's hearts. In the wind, in the rain, they do not waver, they do not abandon, because they are accustomed to sharing the joy of meeting each other. When his right hand took her left hand, they didn't say a word to each other, just silently looked at the pair of happy backs. When they watched, they did not mourn each other, but quietly watched the tears that quietly rolled to the ground and the moment of reluctance when he bowed his head. When the crowd hurried past, they were not impatient, but just tried to find their respective figures in the vast sea of people. For a long, long time they did not appear again, but they were not lost to each other, because they overheard each other's farewell words.
They will surely see each other again, and they know that they have hidden each other deep in their hearts, and their thoughts have a landing point, and they will continue to work hard with their thoughts without losing their direction. The two people are constantly busy with their own affairs, and they are often forgotten in the crowd, and all the sorrow and joy are hidden in the bustle of others. The two men seemed to laugh strongly among the crowd, hiding all their happiness and unhappiness, never letting the tears flow easily. Only occasionally, without inadvertently, sneaking a peek at the lovers snuggling up on the side of the road, gradually, the whole world became blurred from clear. But they will not tell others, because only each other can understand, and the day is the clearest in their hearts
No one, no one, can not disrupt the silent counting of their hearts day by day, night and night. When the distant moon went from round to lacking, and then from lack to circle, they saw each other again. In this way, they came and went, and they came and went, and the stations in the two places witnessed their joys and sorrows. Sometimes, we still feel that we are far from happiness when we live in happiness, feel that there is no happiness everywhere in life, and even lose hope for the pursuit of the future.
Therefore, some people will often be depressed and decadent, and cry because of pessimism, in fact, it is not that there is too much pain, but that we are too pessimistic; it is not that there is too little happiness, but we are not sure. A song reads: The train has entered the station, and my heart is full of sadness. The whistle has gradually sounded, and the beloved will disperse.
The sad tears of parting dripped down, and the pieces of sadness on the side of the platform poured into my heart. The train has left home, my tears are flowing, worrying you in your heart, only to look at each other again in your dreams. ... Sadness and joy coincide at the station, and the words of farewell: "I will definitely see you again" give people strength. I remember a friend saying: there is no sentimentality, there is too much happiness, and there will be no happiness. Now think about it: it is true, sentimental parting, sometimes a kind of beauty!
As long as life exists, life exists, there will be bad luck, there will be bittersweet, there will be sorrow and joy. The road of life has always been bumpy and bumpy. Only by having the courage to be the protagonist in their own lives can they face all the difficulties and obstacles, realize the most beautiful ideal in their minds, and truly understand that time is a passerby and life is a station.
