From today on, I will make a rule for myself to write a diary every day. I think I'll stick to it. Because I can never think of a reason to reject those ideas.
The sun is so beautiful when I get up in the morning, I wrote at the beginning of my diary, but it's not false. It was not until I completely returned to the real world that I realized that the fairy tale dream was being separated from me step by step. The weather here is getting colder and colder, and the change of temperature makes me understand the real meaning of time. In fairy tales, warmth and cruelty speed up the process of convergence of fairy tales to me in order to accomplish the mission of making fairy tales have an ending.
This reminds me that sleeping every day of my life is the end of my journey. Waking up every day is a starting point of the journey! Therefore, life is like a journey, from waking up every day, it will be doomed to the rest of the life schedule. But the dream is empty, because it does not care about the existence of many things in time and space, just like it can make a fairy tale have a happy ending.
Rising in the midst of all the tranquillity in the morning, it moves slowly as if it contains all the complaints that people bring when they get up early in the world. The leaves arrived quietly yesterday evening, swaying in the moonlight with the night wind, which would herald something unnatural. Let's take a look at yesterday's night sky, see the moon pulling people's thoughts and dreams, they accompany each other in the sky, because they like to recall the sadness that can never be taken away from yesterday. The breeze frequently brushed the lights of youth, seeing that the faint flame was about to die, but it was reignited by some inexplicable fate. Those past events are reflected together with the moonlight on the peaceful surface of the lake, it tells us that life is like words written on the water, it does not last long, all the joys of the world we should see clearly, we should also bear the suffering of life, because in the ultimate place, joy is a smile reflected in the mirror, and suffering is the shadow of birds flying over the water occasionally.
Probably, this is the best way to deal with fate!
Often in an instant, the mental impulse triggered at that time is suppressed by fate in a corner of life, unable to touch, unable to speak, but leaving eternal grief in the beautiful world. I wrote this sentence.
Slowly, I was no longer sleepy, but after leaving my fairy-tale dream, I could see that my mind was obviously a little uncomfortable. This is probably bound by some story creature. I went forward, and hoped to have closer contact with the secret it, so as to facilitate the expropriation of my original freedom.
But this is not an easy task, because it itself is a little life made up of my wishful thinking, but I seem to have given it too much soul. I try to be clean, but human feelings determine the consciousness of the brain. I feel that the grief of the world is slowly merging with me, just as the morning slowly melts into the sky. So I wrote in the next line of my diary that I loved the beauty of the morning, but I didn't know that fate would meet with snowflakes in the weather in June, so I loved each other deeply.
My thoughts are confused, but I can still clearly understand that I like children and innocence. Fortunately, the confusion of thoughts did not make me abandon what I like. I gradually think back to some things when I was a child. On that day, my classmates asked me what season I liked best. I was very excited and answered very quickly, saying, of course, it is winter, because the cold in winter is like magic, which can turn heavy rain into heavy snow! That is, those who like, those naive, led me to the snow where I played when I was a child. I still remember what I said: this snow is really beautiful! I once again saw me in my imagination when I was a child.
I began to control my brain to stop thinking, but memories still sprang up like a fountain.
Yes, the snow is lively, naive, flawless and really beautiful!
Snow is fate and the hub of the rotation of annual rings. We have recalled, associated, and tried to change, but in the end, these behaviors are defined by the real me as infatuation and delusion. Because snow is natural and belongs to all things, just like fate. With an unprecedented understanding, I write this sentence in the space of the next line.
The lamp of youth is still burning, and it looks serene, as if you don't know that you and the street lamp will go out at last. It retains the doubts of the morning and is not willing to devote itself to my answer until the night sky falls.
I open the window with a lot of doubts in my life, and I think I need to calm down and think about something; I need to find the secret of snow and fate; I need to better solve the problems left by those years.
So I picked up my diary and wrote again
It's late at night now, and I don't know when the snow will stop. At this time, the moonlight shone on me and strangers again, and it was obvious that the moon tonight was much bigger and rounder than it was yesterday. I looked at the nearly perfect moon and watched every corner of the snowflake falling more clearly. I said: perhaps, in the weather in June, arranging for me to meet Snowflake will be a very lucky thing. In my opinion, it is not only a tragedy, but also a yearning for a better childhood. Karma is destined to meet me in the middle of the lonely night. I tell it that I like innocence too much, because in the middle of the night, the darkness will cover the whiteness of snowflakes and try to forget the bad omen of fate.
I think I get it.
People's destiny cannot escape and change. The so-called perfect things in life are all false castles built by our innocence and darkness in the middle of the night. There is no truth in things, and everything has a soul.
In the world, karma is unknowable, and perfection cannot be realized. But we cannot lose the achievement of karma and the wish of fulfillment because of this. only when we soften our heart and let everything take its course, can we stop the confusion of our thoughts and see the blossoms and falls of flowers in the world. in order to make life more optimistic, cleaner and better!
When we take such tenderness to watch the snowflakes and fate at the same time, we will find that there is joy in the snow; there is grief; there is a naive childhood; there are life setbacks. Snow is fate, it is happy, because it contains our eternal youth. But it is also painful because it symbolizes the emergence of some tragedies.
Therefore, snow is affectionate, life is also affectionate.
The moonlight continues to attract me to the fairy tale dream as it did yesterday. I told myself that something more interesting would happen in the dream.
I put my diary next to my pillow so as not to miss the more wonderful story in my dream.
Perhaps, some stories really have to be answered by dreams, just like the ending of this diary.
Author: Wang Shuo Tel: 18737015527
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