Missed the prosperity of a lifetime, beyond a lifetime of nostalgia, look back, those we once cherished people and things, still standing in our hearts that out of reach of the mountains. And at that moment, we know that looking back this time is doomed to never give up.
Perhaps, in the reincarnation of the previous life, we were lovers who depended on each other, never gave up the sincere love for each other, never left the belief that we depended on each other, never left, never turned our back and always adhered to: if you do not give up, I will live and die together.
Perhaps, in the amnesia of the first half of our lives, we were indistinguishable friends. In the regional reincarnation, I passed the bridge and drank Meng Po's soup. From then on, I forgot each other and could no longer find the way to come.
Maybe, in fact, it is no longer possible that we are relatives who love each other deeply. In the reincarnation of memory, care for each other, take care of each other, more inseparable from each other, in this way, we spent twenty days covered with rose petals.
August 2010. It rains again and again, but the weather is still muggy. I hate this weather. I hate August. When you lie on a bed covered with cotton mattresses, you still feel uncomfortable. You don't have any meat on your body. When you look at it, the obvious bones make you nervous. The people in the room are more than usual, and my heart is full of hate, hate myself, hate the world. Wandering all day, rarely accompany you by your side to protect you, in fact, there is no courage. I never felt that I was cowardly for a moment, but when I faced you, I admitted that I was no longer strong.
The day I don't know how to count in August 2010 was by your side, chanting the Koran, staying with you until 12:00 at night, watching your eyes sunken and unable to move, and turning around, tears burst into the bank. Heart, pain? It is so simple to describe pain relief. Eat the bone. At 02:05 in the morning, a knock on the door interrupted my memory, and then there were bursts of crying throughout the room. At this moment, my world completely collapsed, I could not hear any sound, but the tears kept falling like beads with broken lines. No one can understand how painful and heartbreaking I was at that time. injured all over the body? It's even worse.
In a hurry of 2011, my world is a stranger. I can't forget and never forget that the eyes that can't be closed all the time leave like that with sadness, disappointment, despair and reluctance. How many days and nights, there is only such a pair of eyes in the dream, there is no plot, only that pair of eyes that I am familiar with. Every time I wake up, the tears will be unstoppable, the once fragments will emerge in front of me, and I can no longer sleep peacefully.
It is another gorgeous year to turn around, because of a person I will hide all the hatred and injuries in my heart. I thought I could be happy again, but I thought it was just what I thought. It dramatized a beautiful and exquisite love story, which ended in August, when I hated my guts. Heh. How ridiculous it is!
Thinking of My Brothers on Mountain-Climbing Day Alone, a lonely stranger in a foreigner land, I doubly pine for my kinsfolk on holiday. Think of the brothers in the high place, then insert Zhu Yu less than one person. Now I come back from a foreign land, but you are no longer by my side. Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon hanging high, the breeze light Buddha, lying in the place where you left, looking at everything in the room, obviously so familiar, suddenly feel so strange. There seems to be a lack of taste in the air, which belongs to you. Breathe hard, occasionally capture a wisp of breath about you, the heart will tear the general pain. Looking at the dark sky, trying to find your figure through legends, but suddenly found that I do not know when has become so impractical. Believe in the so-called baseless legend? Heh. Maybe in the bottom of my heart, I have always believed for a moment, but I just don't know. To tell you the truth, I so hope that all the legends are true, so that I can see you, my heart will have a moment of peace.
The other shore flower, the reflection of the left hand, the love of the right hand. So how many ups and downs are there in counting our happy days? Does this herald a real slackening? Reflection. It is just a fragment of our memories, and time is the time we have passed on this journey, so what kind of joys and sorrows do we have to face in the rest of the day?
The flowers on the other side bloom and fall. I don't care what kind of ending I will have. I just hope that the people I love and the people I care about can be happy all the time.
grandpa. Are you all right over there? The man misses you, so much. Are you thinking about me, too? Do you know, my heart hurts, I am so tired, I want to see you so much.
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