a friend once wrote, 'cracked Xinmo, I miss you.' I remember myself at that time, indulging in the sweetness of my heart, dismissing and even sneering at such words and sentences. Some things, even from the perspective of others, may not feel the loneliness in my imagination. I always say I understand, I really understand, but how can I really understand the deep and distant pain after understanding?
Say 'bye' to yourself in the past and 'sorry' to you in the past. Now and in the future, I don't want to promise easily. Such a sentence is often too easy to say, but the future payment will take a lifetime as a gamble. Which is more important? How can I make a rash decision just by one thought.
If you want to 'cherish', you feel more and more meaningful. I am always used to being blinded by the short-term warmth in front of me, ignoring the love that has been with me for a long time, and standing still in the corner waiting for the invasion of sadness. The winding road, I still go wrong after all. You can't wait for me to change a new dress. I don't sigh when the dust is settled, and I precipitate a picturesque beauty from time.
In such a period of time, it was almost full of smoke and clouds. I was exhausted from the sudden pain. I fainted more and more time after time, but I had to take full courage to fight the world as if nothing had happened. Sometimes, when I am in the abyss, I feel very lonely and even think bad, making myself more embarrassed and powerless. I am not a sunny woman. In the infinite cold darkness, I will curl up and force myself to the desperate situation of no one. Such a peace urges me to move forward towards the unknown journey.
I don't like noise. I don't like noise. I can stay at home. In such a quiet night, how many people hide their endless sadness and thoughts? I suddenly miss a friend who has experienced something I couldn't imagine before. So humble life, still have a stubborn face. Now, I also feel it. Suddenly I felt that this kind of compassionate friend was more worthy of a lifetime. I ignored all pity eyes and rejected all subtle favor, just to keep my pride. I never thought that one day I would be humble to my bones, like withered flowers crying silently for me. I was still proud as if nothing had happened. Such a vision, I will endure two or three years, or even longer, but I don't care, I am still stubborn, I still live as bright as summer flowers.
They said that everything they have experienced now is for better strength in the future. I also believe that I can stand up after being riddled with holes. How many bitter smiles have I got in exchange for such strength?
The wound on the body was slightly scabbed and bloody peeled off. It felt like the sky collapsed every time. Finally, it ended up in all kinds of newborn pain. There is no excuse to refuse or cry. I don't deserve a trace of courage to escape. One after another thunderbolt is in front of me. I can feel the deep water around me, but I can't be weak. I just smile.
Such a night, guarding a person's home, shivering, how sad it is to have an unstoppable cold. The sky in May is a little cool. I tremble and beat the messy words, leaving tears pouring down.
Perhaps, at this time, I have really lost myself. If a person has no sustenance and no direction, do you think she will get lost?
Originally, some road maniacs wanted to be ridiculous. They walked to Su Da. Such a simple campus, such a strong inside information, whether my timid intrusion in cloth clothes will destroy the original tranquility. Trade came rashly and left.
Silent love in the chest, worried like a thousand swords. I don't know how many such days can make me cry. When will such suffering end?
In another direction, first pull back the wandering thoughts.
The only comfort is that this special day makes me feel more meaningful because of my parents. After 19 years of wind and rain, the happiness of holding hands is in my eyes. I know the meaning of each other's existence, so I choose to abandon sadness temporarily. I can smile a little. As a member, I'm really happy. I didn't suffer much when I came to this world. I'm afraid there will be no more love held in the palm of my hand. Gently dry my tears and touch the words on my arm. I smiled and said: happy holidays, mom and Dad!
Light sadness, light sweetness, in such a day, I have enough pity.
I'm alone, moving on in the dark. Cry all your thoughts, but have a trace of relief without relief. This result is the best, isn't it?
If I can, I don't want to stumble, I don't want to break my head and bleed, as long as it makes me happy and sad quietly, and then go infinitely far in endless silence until it becomes a point and disappears & hellip& hellip;( (from Baidu space)