He would always wake up when the East was white, and force himself not to sleep again in the case of a serious occupation of dark circles. Persecution is useful, and the little panic in my heart is like a thousand ants biting the body and mind, so I have to get up and stuff my nerves into the space full of formulaic words, even though I have been playing with them for a long time last night. In this way, endless battles, day after day.
I don't know when I became a machine, repeating the same life every day. It's just that time is passing and days are disappearing.
In fact, there were still a little bit of happy days at that time. At that time, just like now, the autumn wind blew, the leaves fell, the sunset was lazy twilight, and friends, three by three, two, casually squandered a lot of youth in their hands. Thoughts flew to the vast sky, and laughter rendered the color of the west. Forget the existence of time, forget the sorrow and depression, just like a child, have no heart and no lungs, forget the troubles of life.
The days are still flying and dashing forward. The game with formulas and numbers is already in the hot stage. Every day, from early morning to sunset to late at night, endlessly. Deeply tired in his heart, he threatened an armistice. But when the drizzle was misty, he found the broken pen and clicked on the road in the rain.
Like many people, want to escape and want to travel far.
So, I always subconsciously stay away from those around me. Like a child with a lonely personality, a person, moving forward silently, enjoying it. I always fantasized that the letterhead flying from afar invited me to go far away, so, although I was anxious, I had to wait calmly, quietly. Always thinking about how warm it was to open the envelope and read the invitation thousands of miles away. Always cautiously looking forward to such stories, imagining that one day I could accept an invitation to come to those cities and spend my life like this, free and wandering.
It is everyone's nature to love to dream. Dreams are so beautiful, as beautiful as a sight seen in the underwater world, so unreal. Dreams are often used to drive away external noises, while continuing to weave unfinished dreams. In fact, I will also be afraid, afraid that the dream will make me fall, and afraid that without the dream I will no longer have nothing to pin down and even have a mental breakdown.
Time is so merciless. In the blink of an eye, when it's time to go away, he no longer gives you any chance to linger.
Life is always wrapped in a heart-wrenching and affectionate separation, which cannot be faced, but has to be faced.
Knowing that there is no feast in the world, it is always inseparable at the last moment. Strong as I am, I will also have misty eyes. Perhaps, the encounters of the past doomed today's separation. Therefore, indifferent to fate, I can only make a few memories.
The cold wind blew away the warmth poured into the palms of his hands. The past is full of events, and time is allowed to wither the vicissitudes of the years.
No more reminiscing.
Close your eyes and let the past pass away with the wind.