Induced Green

To youth was written to the devastated prosperity in the late night of December. The chill hit people, the sky was bleak, and the whole body was filled with a sad atmosphere. Everywhere I went was the devastated prosperity. I saw that youth was no longer complete. I was still waiting in the same place, slowly but couldn’t stand by myself. I kept moving away just to avoid the wind and rain this season. Many years later, maybe I am no longer happy, maybe it is because I have learned sadness and how to cry and grieve. Youth is a strange illusion, which gives me an empty anxiety. Sometimes, I felt that I was under the stage; Sometimes, I saw myself on the stage in the dim corner. Finally, I learned that there were all plays on and off the stage. No one could stay out of it. The amorous feelings flickered under the eyelashes, taking away the happiness of the years, leaving only the ruined prosperity on the surface. The prosperity on the surface is too beautiful, while youth is an emotional carnival. Lonely people feel sentimental in the silent corner. Silence explains all sadness, helplessness and bustle, after all attributed to calm. The youth was too busy, we were too hurried, and the bustling Mirage collapsed with memories in a flash. Finally, our youth was devastated and prosperity was no longer there. I don’t know how many people have given their youth to the slight pain. Those young and frivolous people are at the age of deviant, and they can’t wait to get happiness. The illusion of dizziness has already been condensed into the pale in shock. The broken fleeting time, the dark night, the nothingness in my mind, the rapid breath, the panic falling in front of my chest, crushed the lonely memories in the wind. The youth of those years and the talented ladies and beauties of those years are no longer there; The remaining warmth of those years evaporates into a cold ground in a flash, he accused the old time gone away and the young chaser who didn’t understand the amorous feelings, but lost those stubborn thoughts of youth in those years. Facing the endless pain given by youth, the stuffy chest and sharp words like blade all of a sudden seemed pale and feeble, and those arrogant souls would tremble slightly and remain indifferent, those years of youth had already disappeared without a trace. In the worst time and worst scene, some people shouldn’t meet each other. Meeting is a mistake. If you don’t pay attention to the people who shouldn’t meet inside and outside the world of mortals, they will meet, and the tragedy in the cycle of time will become logical. Youth broke out a wound, breathing one by one, the pain spread all over the body silently. In The Deep Eyes of Youth, there is a kind of tenderness which is absolutely inconsistent. It is between the electric light and the Firestone, and the voice in the bottom of the heart is surprisingly calm, as if it is about to give people a feeling of happiness. My spare thoughts have already been unaware of the sadness in my eyes. The plain tone satirizes one’s only pride, depriving others of the last dignity of being young. I heard the voice of self-esteem, and fell apart instantly. It was so tragic, but I didn’t dare to approach. Youth is impartial and has become an intriguing fairy tale. It should have been treated seriously, but it makes people laugh. It is like a clown in the circus, pointing fingers in the deep eyes, which makes people disgusted and uneasy. The mood overstocked for a long time, and the control of wisdom was not accepted, and the loneliness and sadness under the eyes of the eyebrows were told at the top of the voice. Winter comes on stage in the cold current, waiting for the lost youth. Sadness spreads in every corner of the body. Intuition tells me that this is a strange illusion. Youth was spent very little. I felt uneasy in the pain and woke up slowly from the pain. The wandering eyes made me finally feel Youth, which was a strange illusion. The cold air makes the wind and rain desolate. The sad atmosphere came towards me from all directions empty, I didn’t dodge Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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