When I woke up from a panic at night, I realized that it was not a dream, but the previous interface was more clear. All the sad, happy and unforgettable old things are recalled in my mind over and over again, and my stomach is turning upside down and my heart is aching. In the dark night, I seem to see my life leave my limbs and be taken to the gallows, and be executed in this year. Suddenly I miss the past. Looking back, I saw the gentle sun in my heart, and then I was unwilling to take my life back quietly to avoid being executed that year.
I thought the sun could break through the black scorpion and burn sadness. However, all sadness seems to be easier to survive in the sun, such as Stormy Days in Wan Li, which involves all my past weak years.
I can't bear to part with the past years.
No matter how happy things are, people are reluctant to part with them, but they finally lost them. In the years of obsession, everyone was worried at first, but in the end _ was gone; No matter how precious the memories are, everyone once said them day by day, but they were finally forgotten. No matter how much you love, everyone is lingering, but in the end, it is drifting away; No matter how glamorous the dream is, when everyone doesn't want to wake up, it is finally destroyed. Everything melts in a cup of sadness. In the sunshine, I savor the past years and the years that are about to pass away?
The years break down at the end of the world, but I once miss the past passionately.
Thinking of the past, like a mist, unconsciously touched the lonely nervous system, and the feeling of sadness sprang up like mushrooms after rain from the depths of my heart.
Reluctant to part with the lost water, dreams can't go back to the past. I feel like a dandelion floating in the sky, and I haven't got a firm foot yet. I have been drifting, but I have never seen the deep sea. These ignorant and depressed wandering years have swallowed up my happy and peaceful dreams, made me cry and made my sadness work, but I can't find a deserted place to exile them one by one. In these joyful years, I have been infatuated with sadness, and even the sun has never blocked the slightest.
Now, I stand on the maple leaf red road in September and see my shallow sadness. I refuse all singing and laughing, and the wind gently blows the leaves, and all my restless mentality suddenly stops, leaving only sadness, floating in the wind and fluctuating with the leaves? I don't want to see through many old things, but the sun dazzled me with shallow sadness and asked me to open my eyes.