"That spring was the first butterfly
Orange yellow and purple red
Fly briskly over my path
A flying flower
Changing the color of my days. ”
It should be the color palette of their lives that can change the color of the day. In fact, there is nothing that cannot be let go, the time is getting farther and farther away, the more you look back, the more you find that the ones you once thought could not let go are just a step in life, which can make you grow, and you can also make a person open-minded.
For so long, without turning the gaze back, so far away, tired of a gesture. Leaving traces of the day, the words have become clear and transparent under the precipitation of time, or the human heart can eventually become clear and transparent with the passage of time. There is no need to ask, never to get and to have after losing that is more painful. If you have never had light, how can you tolerate darkness, and if you have given light, you may be worth looking forward to facing the desolation of all.
"Sometimes born, sometimes dead, sometimes gathered, sometimes scattered."
Understanding the confidence of one end, the other end needs too much cover-up, too much deception. The dark silence had to need some confirmation to verify, and gradually understood that the path traveled could make the forehead wrinkle and make the tears droop. In the chaotic and turbulent memory, the feeling of empathy caused by the churning of the heart.
"Someone who doesn't necessarily lose can not want to ask." Like a wandering person, finally unloading a broken bag, before dawn, heralding the arrival of a heavy rain, giving up the green country roads, only to remain silent and trust their beds. Once trying to think of ending everything, he encountered a gray boundary and turned it back crookedly.
A few years ago, I left a line in my own exhaustion
regretful. When words are old, people's hearts will grow old. The tiredness of affection has never been separated, and no matter how leisurely the years are, a fly frozen in the name or color can still make the intoxicated magnificence cannot disappear behind the indifferent scenery. Since practicing a half-game and half-serious attitude, the feelings or career grinding in life have become more understated, and I can be innocently happy from then on.
If there are accidents that can complete a journey, I hope that those setbacks will come in a reclusive order, so that they will not collapse and will not force the self to pick up fragments from the ruins. Leaving the old soil is originally a sad thing, and it may never look back once it is gone, and perhaps all the memories that can be stored are just diagonally broken pages. Let yourself believe that the end will come.
To be strong is not necessarily to be weak. For all the things that are easy to give up, there is no need to insist on the pain that you have to endure, perfection is important, and at the beginning and the end, I find that there are many things in the world that are worth preserving. Thinking that all the days of flowers and noises will surely pass, instead of being in a daze at the days, when is it appropriate to complete the period of qing long and long?
A woman who likes to live in a wisp of soft intestines, like a butterfly flying in the spring, the regret left by the destruction of a heart, cannot be measured by the degree of drunkenness. Just believe that any flower that can fly through the spring can bear a solid fruit.
In the colorful spring day, I have no intention of indulging in this self-pity like "like a beautiful flower, like a flow of water", just simply thinking about it, leaving a little color, giving the day, to myself.