"On every side of life, there are beautiful scenery."
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Original: The edge of life
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01
Pear
The flowers should be purple and red.
The pear blossom is unique, but it is not a single color.
Green leaves and white flowers, like a woman, obviously do not apply powder, but still shine.
This is true during the day and it is also true at night.
The moonlight is soft and warm, like light yarn, like mist, swaying among the brilliant pear blossoms.
The night is gentle, the moon is gentle.
Such a moment is the most pleasant and the most suitable for people:
In March, the atrium is just shining on the pear blossom snow. Pear blossom snow, invincible and miserable, cuckoo crying blood.
Why did Wang Sun have no sound dust? Rou Sangmo swallowed goodbye. Swallow goodbye, ridge head running water, whimper for people.
02
Just right
Sangen is the time when dreams are in full swing.
Not all people can have this peaceful happiness.
Sleep, consciously or unconsciously, abandons certain people and leaves them tossing and turning in the silent night.
When there are dreams, the bed is a good place.
When there are no dreams, the bed will become a torture ground in the blink of an eye.
Sleep is not possible, dreams are not possible, the bed is a joke.
Silently carrying the person on the bed, but how can not let the person in the bed live in peace.
Horizontal vertical can not sleep, it is better to get up and walk.
The moon is beautiful, and the pear blossoms are still among the branches.
The atrium is just shining on the pear blossom snow.
Everything is just right, just like the sleepless man meets the moonlight of this night.
This night, the moonlight met the pear blossoms of the branches.
The pear blossoms on the branches meet the soil under the branches.
Spin, drift down.
Not all goodbyes will be seen.
Silently, it pounced on the earth, and in the night like water, it fell into a white snow.
Such a view should undoubtedly be pleasing to the eye, but it is not the case in the eyes of the sleepless.
Should she blame the pear blossom for flying away from the branches too carelessly, or should she blame the cuckoo for not crying at that time?
Pear blossom snow, invincible and miserable, cuckoo crying blood.
Moonlight, do you understand her thoughts?
And pear blossoms, and azaleas.
They, and her, are clearly in the same time and space, but for her at this moment, they are clearly weak and incomparable.
It was so weak that it could not catch a trace of moonlight.
It was so weak that I couldn't hold a pear blossom.
Too weak to suppress a cuckoo.
Even if it is so weak that even on the bed, it is impossible to embrace the sweet dream into the arms.
Or be embraced by a beautiful dream.
The atrium was just right, but she was so out of place, abrupt like a mistake.
03
Soft Mulberry
If they could, no one would want to be a mistake.
But there are no ifs in life, and often not.
Why did Wang Sun have no sound dust?
How much time, without half a message from that person?
The years flow like water, like soft waves of the moon, and like snow pear blossoms.
And, the cuckoo, which makes a stirring sound.
Still no news of that person.
The passage of time, as if it had nothing to do with that person, just disappeared into the gap of time, blurred the figure, and could no longer be found.
On the day when the hands were separated, did she foresee everything early and cry so sadly?
Rou Sangmo swallowed goodbye.
That spring, it was really a beautiful spring.
In the warm spring light, the soft leaves of the mulberry tree stretch out, each piece is like the baby's childish eyes.
It's a delight to watch.
Also, I want to touch it.
But I was afraid that it would hurt.
Later, she forgot many details of that day, but she could not forget the tender mulberry leaves.
So soft, so delicate leaves.
Swaying in the wind.
Just like the sobs she desperately suppressed but could not suppress.
Swallow goodbye, ridge head running water, whimper for people.
She pitied Rousang like a flowing water, and whispered a low voice of sorrow for her.
The world, if full of pity, is fine.
Unfortunately, what she really cared about in her heart, and what she really wanted to have, was the pity of that person.
In the end, she is still a soft mulberry.
Swaying in the wind, I want the man's eyes full of pity.
04
elapse
Some people commented that "Midnight Song" is a sad and broken song of farewell, and the sadness of the voice is unbearable to read.
Not without reason.
From the moonlight of that night to the soft mulberry of that day, from the night to the day, time is passing, and the characters are passing.
Along with it, there is the protagonist's endless sadness.
And, miss.
The moonlight of that night was just shining in the atrium, and the pear blossoms were like snow.
She wanted such a beautiful view to be able to hug someone and enjoy it.
Sadness, or joy, in fact, she can face it calmly.
As long as, as long as the man was still by her side.
Hold her hand tightly, or look at her quietly with the kind of familiar look she had.
The sadness of life is not the flow of years, not the flow of the moon.
Not even, not the minutes and seconds that pass.
But in the midst of all that was constantly flowing, her tenacious thoughts did not drift away with all that passed.
They are lonely, sad, stubborn.
It's like the moonlight that night, the pear blossoms that night.
There was also the soft mulberry that swayed in the spring light that day and could not help the wind.
Life Jun said
"Years pass by, and thoughts are hard to dispel."