2020-9-29
The silent balcony in the middle of the night, the bright moon hanging high, a few white clouds leisurely,
Suddenly turn around and it changes its posture again, so that you will always have expectations and never love.
A small piece of barren grass under the moon, the sound of frogs, it feels like the hometown of the mind.
There are already engineering vehicles digging mud next to the meadow, and the rural atmosphere in the city is always occupied and annexed by interests.
This memory will not last long, and isn't this always the case with beauty?
Beauty doesn't care how long it lasts, otherwise what is the difference between it and everyday life?
The night here is particularly quiet and beautiful, and the heart is full of satisfaction. Next I'm going to fight
P.S. had a strange dream last night, chatting with a foreign woman, and finally telling her that I moved out from my husband's house, and in an instant we all shed tears at the same time, waking up in the morning with eyes still wet. But in reality, there is obviously no such emotion of wanting to cry, but a very solid sense of satisfaction.