The emotions that flowed in the mind, like a long worm, slowly squirmed the smooth and soft body, coiled, stretched, and occasionally suddenly rolled over, so I was afraid to think about it.
In the past, love woven life into dreams, the cold of sunshine, rain and dew, wind and snow, the triviality of bittersweet mixing, the thought and the unexpected.
Dreams are always thought to be a mode of restoring reality, and those stories that tend to be calm are just a kind of reproduction. Meek curled up in the corner of the dream, or frightened out of a cold sweat, trembling spirits, quan dang nothing happened.
Life is like a dream, and it is precisely such a mood that I feel that those flooding emotions, suddenly coming, no shape, no rules, and unscrupulousness.
No one can escape the sadness of the heart, mixed with all kinds of disturbing emotional entanglements. It doesn't matter who is right or wrong, what matters is that all experiences are just a dream, but in the end it is necessary to wake up.
Good and bad must be accepted, and dreams and nightmares must be faced. It doesn't matter if you're afraid or not. Qu Zhi is not black and white right or wrong, arbitrary life, just let it go!
I am @ fragrant tea is not yet cold record life bits, thank you for your attention. 🙏🙏
