Nothing is not beautiful, nothing is wrong! Nothing unnatural! Just because you gave it! As long as you give it! Even if the beauty is asleep, it is beautiful!
I love everything that time has given me. Butterflies, Zhuang Zhou, wild cats, wasteland in rainy season, flowing water, fallen flowers and waning moon.
Whether the sea has changed, whether it is going to Qiu Lai in spring, whether it is a sword, whether it is a thin horse in the ancient road, whether it is an old friend in the end of the world, and whether it has not returned from the Long March. Everything is fine.
Who are you and me? You and I are dream flowers in time, blooming in the amber crescent moon.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I took myself out of time. A cat jumped out of time and said, "It's unkind of you not to take a cat to see the moon." .
Well, in order to give my cat enough face, today's diary is named Time Cat.
butterfly
My girlfriend sent me a message: Molly, what are you doing?
I go back to the cloud: rest!
Girlfriend replies: You finally have a rest.
I replied: I am not a wood either. Why don't I have a rest? Fool!
In the concept of friends, she thinks that I am a young woman who doesn't know that I am young and a career manager who has no interest in life! But in fact, she doesn't know me, although I appreciate such concern!
Maybe I know more about life, mood and romance than those women who look very feminine! I like art since I was a child, and I can't do without music and literature. I think this alone is doomed to be too feminine!
In fact, I am a butterfly!
I like butterflies best. Butterfly is beautiful, dreamy and can fly, but she flies so lightly and elegantly. She doesn't have to be a bird in the sky, but she can have her own wings. It has always been my dream to have a pair of wings!
This butterfly is so beautiful! I like the color of butterflies, colorful! She is like my colorful hope. I want to be a butterfly, because she doesn't belong to the sky, the sky is too lonely, she doesn't belong to the ocean, and the ocean is too deep. And she only belongs to the flowers and plants she loves!
Butterflies are beautiful when they come and sad when they leave! I like this mood!
Just like today, I walked into my own handmade paradise! This is just my room alone! The decoration is extremely simple, with white beds, white rooms and white screens.
Carnations that are indifferent to computers, red, yellow and pink, and a tree of stars decorate my mood.
I like flowers that exude femininity. The only grass is a piece of asparagus, looming like a cloud in a screen window. It is in this atmosphere that I listened to Liang Zhu.
Green grass, green flowers in full bloom, butterflies lingering for a long time? I saw butterflies fly in through the window. I lie in bed and feel like a butterfly! This is the sky? Or human?
I came lazily to the toilet mirror. The color of lipstick is very attractive. I gently spread it on myself and then spread my long curly hair out. It suddenly poured down and scattered before my eyes. I looked at myself narcissistically and felt that I was really an attractive woman.
Yes, I like myself, and I like my eyes with butterfly charm! I gave myself this beauty, and I don't care what others think!
At this time, I think there should be such a man in my world. He understands my agility, my exquisiteness, my elegance, my chivalrous tenderness and my ecstatic smile.
He should have a stalwart body and a gentle heart, he should know my past life and afterlife, and he should have a pair of affectionate eyes like the stars in the sky. He should be another butterfly in Liang Zhu's music, as beautiful and light as me!
And this is the world, not the sky!
Therefore, I dare not open the white screen window. Once I open it, what I see is not the gentle kiss of blue moonlight on my face, but the boundless night of the city! I am afraid that I will suddenly fall into the bottom of reality.
If I still think I am that delicate woman, I would like to be the butterfly at the moment, a butterfly dancing in the music. Whether I appreciate my butterfly or not, I still dance for my soul.
I am a butterfly, yes! Maybe I have been looking for another butterfly in my heart, but I know it will always be a dream, just like when I close the window, I am someone else when I open the window.
Perhaps the beauty of life lies in such a pause and search, not in getting it.
Has the butterfly ever been to this world? Maybe I was here, at a certain place, at a certain time, at a window where women miss me!