【Finally hide the poetry and wine in the world】
Author: Falling snow stained dust
Our unconscious depravity in the earthly world, as if we have long forgotten the dreams of lingyun in our youth, have gradually returned to plainness and lost to reality.
Occasionally I think about it, and I laugh and joke that I once had such a "ignorance of the sky and the height of the earth" light madness.
The greatest danger in the world, no wonder.
From the frivolous teenager who pursues poetry and far away, to the adult who counts the fireworks and indifferent life. In the end, the poetry and wine were hidden in the world, and I and the floating world were happy with each other.
No matter how irritable and busy the days are, or plain as water, or idle and lazy, from the heart or unsatisfactory, it seems to have become accustomed. I will also laugh and say: I always love this human fireworks.
It seems that it is difficult to live like what you like, and the mediocrity that goes with the flow seems to be a little unwilling, as if you want to work hard and lack courage.
It seems that how to decide is not willing, how to do it is not right, as if it can only say as if. Finally, at the end, he would say, "If only..."
Unfortunately, there is no if, and there is no original. Even if the years are so long, the past cannot go back.
In the end, poetry and wine are hidden, returned to the world, and what they ask for in life is mostly a big dream.
About the Author
Falling snow stains dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.