Enthusiasm, like ice flowers in full bloom in summer, melts into water in an instant. Anxiously spread out his hands and couldn't take back anything. He only saw the remnants all over the ground and couldn't clean up anything. At that moment, it was clear in my heart that I couldn't get back anything I lost.
Lost roses, lost fragrance, lost a right direction in the days. The distant wind, patting the scattered mood, happiness was blown far away, but it was held in front of us. Looking at the blue sky, I was confused and hurried on the road, scattering a white sadness in my heart.
Looking back on the past days, laughter is written in the youth album. Every page is bookmarked with flowers, which roams beautifully and fragrant with time. Spring is coming. The souvenir book is covered with a slight drizzle. It is blown far by the breeze. It seems light, but it can't leap because of its heavy heart. Summer is quiet. A touch of bright sun lies lazily on the calm lake. When the sunset passes, it is secretly with the melancholy of parting. Watching the distance of the lake, I felt lost indifferently, because the scenery in my eyes was empty.
Want to wait for an autumn romance and sing the whispers of autumn in the golden wind. Raise your hands, the faint lyrics are inferior in the pen, and every rhyme can't cry. A glimmer of expectation suddenly turned into a sad despair in the autumn depression. Keep watch year after year. In the bleak winter, all hopes are frozen. Looking at the road in front of us, there is no expression on the vast snow. This road is doomed to be disheartened, and no one can turn the steering wheel of fate.
Spring, singing softly, comes again. The poetic season is beautiful in the eyes, but hurt in the bottom of the heart. For a moment, I wanted to quietly smile at the heart of life. In the days with sharp green buds, I ran on the dusty road of the world of mortals. The stream is quiet and clear, but jumping down can't clean the dust in your heart. Looking at the dirty water and the unclean heart, the corners of my eyes add a few real sadness.
The flower clothes of youth and purity are stripped off, and the cruelty of years is exposed in front of reality. Sang a sad tune, the broken heart fell to the ground, and an equally indifferent figure picked it up.
The wind chime on the windowsill is playing, not for me, but for the tall magnolia tree in the courtyard. I turned around and a figure with the smell of broken heart passed by, arousing thousands of waves in my heart. Who is it? Gave me a hope and gave me a hundred despairs? I hope that many people, dancing in my years, always confuse my sight and give me a hard blow when I'm not careful.
After the washing of sadness, my heart was even more hurt. My mind flooded all the way and buried my mood all the way. Wipe dry the tears, endure the pain, or go on the road alone. The scenery along the way is so beautiful, but the hurried steps can't stay. Cautionary words have warned young people not to waste their time, but on the road, they have to run around and let time fall in tears. The great poet once said: there is wine tonight and I'm drunk tonight. Lift the wine pot, a cup is not finished, and several heavy pains float in my heart.
Ask the world, who wants to always use sad words to interpret their thoughts? If it weren't for the sadness of the day itself, where would there be so many sad words? Beautiful words are so pale in front of the cruel reality! A happy and free sky is always stained layer by layer by the story of heartbreak. The more true the smile is, the deeper the injury is. Happiness above pain will always sink into the abyss of pain, and then meet again, perhaps it is the dark sky.
Standing at the top of the tall building, overlooking the pedestrians left behind, tears went down the wind. Hurt, although the scenery around me still fascinates me. I can't understand so many twists and turns of the years. I can only let it manipulate myself. I can only watch it sink deeply and cut the cold face of the soul silently.
Read your mind silently, cut off a dirty memory and use it to remind yourself. We should not forget that we should rush forward with a positive and optimistic heart; Don't forget that dreams should be fought alone with their own strength and courage; We can't forget that things are changeable and people's hearts are easier. No one can live a lifetime. If you want to find eternal happiness, you still need to balance it with your own heart. We can't forget that one season of flowers bloom and another season of flowers fall. The more prosperous it is, the more embarrassed it is to wither. This life is over. There is no choice. After that, there is a long way to go. Go up and down alone! Perhaps, turning around is Sangtian & hellip& hellip;