Night Micro

Difficult to meet when BIE Yinan, Dongfeng unable flowers residue. To death to make silk, wax torch Ashes tears. Xiao Jing but worried about changing the temples. Singing at night should feel cold moonlight. There is no way to go to Penglai. Qingniao is dedicated to exploring. ——– Inscription yesterday, it snowed heavily all over the Earth, swept away the haze, and turned over the calendar casually. The solar term was already cold. It turned out that spring was really not far away. Set the music into a single cycle, listening repeatedly, it seems to be detached to another realm, graceful and soothing music, lingering and sentimental, a little decadent feeling. In the afternoon, I found a gap and walked alone on the bustling street aimlessly. Since winter came, various kinds of fur and cotton-padded clothes have been hanging in the first place of the store, attracting the eyes of passers-by, I always feel the suspicion of swaggering. The streets are bustling and noisy, but all of these seem to have nothing to do with me. When occasional passers-by look at me with a different look, occasionally, I was in a trance and refreshed. When I was walking in the crowd, I always felt that I couldn’t get into the crowd, including behavior and dressing. It was not weird, but it was really a little out of place, I know that every time I place myself in a crowded street, I always have a desire to escape, which is very strong. Maybe it is because of the noise around my ears, or the material desire filled with eyeballs, which is unknown, it seems to be, but not all. Zhu Deyong once said that life is like a maze. We use the first half of our life to find the entrance and the second half of our life to find the exit. Today, every day is actually looking for the exit to escape. A person is holding all kinds of trivial things, big and small, just like in a nest without exit, empty and lonely space, I was struggling alone without any meaning, with chains covering my shoulders layer by layer. I was tired of breath, but I felt happy in the evening day and day. I always thought, another day passed, and I don’t know what I’m waiting for. Maybe what I’m waiting for is just the last season of my life? The change of the moon is sunny and sunny, pushing the seasons one after another. Think carefully, the age of life should actually be the autumn of a year, everything seems to be destined by day. Career, life, mood… people are always small in front of Time. After the night buries the noise of the day one by one, another day comes again, but although we can know whether the past will reappear after dawn? In recent years, I seem to hate the complexity and noise of the years more and more, so I try my best to find a quiet place, but after all, I am not lucky enough to have a quiet and quiet livelihood to support my family, but he had to deal with all kinds of people every day, perfunctory and disguised….., I often warn myself that I will, no matter what things will come out, there will always be a doomed ending. I hope that I can still calm down and cultivate my mind in the rest of my life. Sitting alone with a cup of tea in the leisure afternoon, I opened a handbook of time with my hands, calmly and peacefully. Maybe I still like quiet people in my heart, the past, glory and splendor, but they are all passing by in time, and finally the dust settles down, therefore, the prosperity on both sides of the Taiwan Strait has settled into the years, and the white hair dyed with Frost has brought it to the night scene of life. The words of melancholy are intended to be written, and love is in my heart. I read the book late at night today. I know that jumping over this winter is just a reminder of the spring breeze, what I like most is still the full spring, knowing that I can’t get rid of the arrangement of fate, I can only let it go! I only hope that one day I can really tear off my disguise, no longer in the snowy night or in my heart. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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