2018-09-27 10:36:59
Mu is the norm, and the panic of life is all that is, as long as looking back, always let countless hearts unbearable. Wandering not only you and me, in times of constraints, lost the courage and perseverance, the vast red dust, with the heart, indistinguishable things, just because to stay, stay in the right and wrong, right and wrong feelings, so anxious and helpless as a shadow, following their life, indistinct, but also year after year.
Many times, we photographed the railings, but also can not stop the foot of the drift, like clouds and smoke, far-sighted, close to nothing. Unexpectedly, I do not know where this tie comes from, perhaps the workplace, perhaps the officialdom, perhaps love, perhaps just the arrangement in the dark, hang the sail to go far, let go of their own, but do not know where to float. I don't know how time softens, changes, walks, loses oneself, lives, loses the direction, in the years one corner after another, is only accustomed to flying around, where the wind, in that ups and downs, regardless of age, regardless of tomorrow. When the poems and distances are distinguished, the wind turns into a stream of air, so weak that it can only stay at the moment; the scenery is still brilliant, but only stay in the eye. So, in the soaring sky, I lowered my wings day by day.
Looking up, the smoke is still floating in the world's brow.
Is that the blue sky and the clear and hazy glow that only shine in the years?
In the silence of the night, I clearly heard howling after howling; in the foolish looking back, I saw one after another unwilling figure, I know, it is the thunder in the depths of the sea of clouds, is the sound of breaking away, shaking the world, but weak to only their own souls can hear. Morning rises and falls, some remembers, some fails, hears persistently seeks, gives up has the innumerable security reason, the heaven and earth swears the great beauty in the silence, and uses the silence to divide the world, is this wonderful, in between listens and does not listen, thinks and does not want, one road divides the later thing, with one end, has evolved the year of life. Month old face and shadow.
Hearing the world's long sigh, seeing how old the flower ring mirror is, how many rings can be leisurely and indifferent?
