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Once upon a time, we were already so big that the idyllic dog named Xiao Huang also left us. Once upon a time, we were no longer what we remembered. I want to go back to the past. There are not many tall buildings and rice fields like waves in the wind. I just remember that we were rolling on the ground with tears and smiles, we were competing with snails with smiles; We were playing naked in the pond, we were young people playing in the sand, and we were. Once upon a time, we didn’t think about it. I remember that there was a period of time when I didn’t know where loneliness emerged from my heart. There was a voice crying in my heart, finding those purest and truest figures when I was young. So during that period, I used various methods to ask all the people I knew, went to those familiar and unfamiliar places, and finally got a phone number. When I dialled that number with my mobile phone trembling, it pushes the excitement in my heart. Hello! A male voice which was slightly different from the memory came over. I don’t know why, my passionate heart calmed down instantly. I looked at the Wild Goose flying far away from the sky. The light wind blew on my face and tightened my clothes. I said a lot about the past, those things that once made people laugh, but now they can’t laugh out at all. Those clear colorful pictures in the past gradually turned yellow, slowly dissipating in the wind, 1.1 points without a trace. In the end, I asked him how was his life? He said yes, so did I. He said take care, I said, yes, take care! It turns out that people in the memory cannot go to see, because if you go to see, the memory will disappear. Why do we use words instead of words, and turn back to the original desolation, once the bright starry sky, now gradually haze, become the most familiar strangers. Hello, stranger! I don’t know when the familiar faces around me left; The strange faces became familiar again. Friends who used to say nothing are more strange now, less tacit understanding, and want to shout loudly to the sky, why is it no longer the past now. I always thought that time had gone through the annual rings and the world had changed. Later I found that the world had not changed. What really changed was only ourselves. Once upon a time, we were already so tall; Once upon a time, we were already so big. As time goes by, the familiarity in my mind has become strange, and the strangeness in front of me has become familiar things. Those promises we have said are just lies that paralyze ourselves. Every sentence lasts forever and never separates. In the end, it is just like girls often talk about losing weight, talking and eating; Eating, mouth shouting. But give yourself an explanation, just comfort yourself. Nowadays, facing familiar people, some words can’t be said. Sometimes I want to do what I want regardless of everything, but I am afraid that others will sneer at me. How hard it is to really be desperate; Dare to give up everything, there are several people who are brave to pursue dreams. Therefore, we keep our thoughts in our hearts and don’t let anyone find them. Then, when meeting a stranger who can speak comfortably, listen to her story and tell her sadness, because she is a stranger, even if she is unbearable, she will not be afraid of being found your weakness, the strong masked face, how many times I cried late at night, and turned around and determined. Because she was a stranger, we told a story that had nothing to do with us and told a story about a stranger, named after my friend xxx, In a low voice, I chatted and tossed around. In the past and future journey, listen to stories one after another, feel others’ joys and sorrows in the Ocean of Soul, and suddenly find that in this world, there are so many people like you, and you are not the only one who is lonely. And The Stranger Beside You also wants to know your story and share his joy. And what you don’t know, that stranger may be the person you are familiar. You never thought that you and him, they, would become strangers, and they wanted to be strangers so much. I told him that I didn’t want to live a meaningless life, waste time every day, and do many things. He told me that I wanted to go to Hoh Xil to see the sea, to see if Dali was in my heart and to travel around the world. I said, Hello, stranger! I also want to go, let’s go together! I said to her, “I regret, I regret many things that happened before. Although I know that regret is useless, I still regret. She said to me, “I don’t regret my past, because I know I can’t live in memory. My past pain occupies my life, and I can’t continue, I have to live like a sunflower, facing the sunshine. I said, Hello, stranger! I can’t live in memory either. I also have to live in the sunshine. Let’s go together! I said to it, although you can’t speak, I think you are happy. After all, you don’t have to think about anything. You are always playing and playing, carefree. What envy! It said to me, “I know you don’t understand my words. In fact, you have the same or even more of what I have, but I am very happy because I am still alive, I can breathe fresh air, so living is the happiest thing for me. Since I have the happiest thing, what else is unhappy. I said, Hello! I heard that living is the greatest happiness. Since I am still alive, it is really good to live happily! Once upon a time, I never thought of saying to you: Hello, stranger! Everyone’s life is a wonderful and colorful journey, a sound or silent movie, and the most awesome leading role, while others are just like the audience, watch your life quietly outside and read your story. Maybe we won’t understand without experience or experience, but we look at each other in the journey of our hearts and move forward silently in the ocean of words. When we saw it, we smiled and said: Hello, stranger! Hello, stranger! I have wine, do you have any stories? Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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