Today, the moon is ringing, the night is silent and singing.
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The wind is sinking in the west and the moon is ringing today.
It is the annual rings that record the years, and it goes on and on. I have gone through a part of my life in a lonely sea. When the wind and moon are boundless, the night is enchanting without rhyme.
Everyone comes from memory in the end and returns from memory in the end. Take the years, get drunk again and again, and then walk out of the years and go to the distant future.
In this life, I don't need to give anyone a reason or an explanation. In fact, the only thing I can do in this life is to give myself a reason and an explanation. Keeping your life safe has been the greatest achievement in these years.
I came from the earth with tears in my eyes, and finally closed my eyes silently and went back with the years. All this, seemingly complicated, is actually as simple as that. The greatest meaning of life is to let us live, and then experience all the things we have done and experienced with our own eyes, and then try to figure out life again and again.
Life, because many things become very meaningful. Similarly, life has become boring because of many things. I'm just a witness of time, witnessing my life swaying from my life track, even far away.
The greatest ability of time is to watch me laugh and cry. In all books, classics are interpreted, beauty is written and pain is remembered. How far the road is depends on how big the steps we take.
Life is like this. I have had happiness and pain. Along the way, rain or shine, the sun shines. I can smile or cry at will. Life may finally be able to explain the time period it went through and what happened in the end. Time cannot explain everything to us.
When the wind sinks, maybe I will think deeply about life. Along the way, how many things have you done that make you feel happy and how many things have you done that make you feel confused. Along the way, I have picked it up for many years and lost many life classics.
Perhaps, the more you think about life, the more delicious life will be. All deep thinking is the driving force to push life forward. I can't say how precise I am about life, but I know from which angle I should consider my life.
People who walk in the wind and rain may be more likely to reflect on life and weigh life than those who used to be happy and carefree in the sun. Because there are many experiences, the space for imagination is also broad. With the memory of the years, everyone is reflecting on life and managing life in their own way.
In the dead of night, everyone's imagination will be greater. In the dead of night, I miss the past or the future in front of the bright moon, and I don't know whether it is happiness or the helplessness of life. The flowing years have brought more unexpected imagination to everyone. Long white clouds, blue sky, breeze fluttering, years drifting. All the way through the wind and rain, I was crawling with my best efforts.
In the long gloom, there are lingering songs, cool autumn wind and faint Suyun. Everything, after all, is gathered in the shallow years, and one day when I want to recall, I find that I can't recall it.
All the footprints left in the journey are finally engraved in the years. I have exclaimed the miracle of life and lamented the joys and sorrows of the years. In the alternation of spring and autumn, I have completed one journey after another with the years. After all, I traveled to Wan Li to recall yesterday's moonlit night and catch up with tomorrow's sun.
The wind is sinking in the west and the moon is ringing today. Maybe, when I started writing these things, my mind was empty. Because, a lot of things left in memory, finally really press the delete button, disappeared forever in the years.
In the west wind, the wind on both sides of Chang 'an Avenue is bleak, and all the memories go with that west wind, and the timeless memories become forever. The eternal life engraved on the Sansheng stone has blurred the memory and faded the mark in this west wind, and there is no trace to be found from now on.
Who says eternity is engraved on the stone of life? Who said it would be engraved in memory forever? Who said that what can't be erased is once? In this westerly wind sweeping, all the marks once quietly withdrew from the mold of life, and everything passed away in the war-torn years.
The hardest battle in life is to defeat yourself. All blood is not terrible, what is terrible is silent, colorless and invisible killing. When all the swords were waved, they were still daydreaming. The west wind sinks, and I don't know how many lives are running and fleeing in their own world.
A pot of sake under the moon, looking up at the sky without saying a word, the night is deep. When you are drunk, you don't know. Whose life has been trouble-free since ancient times? The moonlight is dim and the night is filled. I don't know if this life is happy or sad. I don't know how long it took me to measure my life, nor how many years it took me to measure my life.
Walking in loneliness, and then returning to loneliness. Singing life repeatedly in such repeated loneliness, I finally don't know what I have gained or lost. Laugh, laugh heartily; I cried, and I cried terribly. When I face the sunshine every day, I am really afraid that I will fall down in all my fatigue. Fortunately, that ray of sunshine finally drove away the haze in my heart and made me stand bravely in the sun without fear.
A person has been walking for so many years, and I am really afraid that one day I will fall on a person's road, stormy and rainy, and cry from time to time. In the end, relying on my tenacity, I gritted my teeth and walked one journey after another. Sometimes, I can't help but look up and ask heaven, how many thorns will there be on my road, and how many times will there be black and blue? No matter how strong I am, I am an orphan after all. There are grievances and sorrows in the dictionary of life.
No matter how sunny I am and how bright my smile is, I finally understand that many haze can't be driven away. Behind all the strong shoulders, there are scars again and again. I think that one day, I will forget the struggle and move forward in blood shed.
Inexplicable storms have invaded my life again and again, and I don't know if I am strong or weak. All I know is that I have to grit my teeth and go forward. I have no way out, I can only be strong. However, many times, only oneself can understand that kind of burnout. Toughness is not necessarily suffering, sometimes it is stubbornness.
If the course of life can be re-chosen, I will gamble all my courage in this life, avoid this tunnel of time and be happy for myself. This journey is endless, reaching my limit. I am on the platform of life, crying and crying, and I can't see happiness coming to me. Long years along the way, all the ups and downs, can only hide in the lonely night crying. It's not that I'm not strong, but that I've worked too hard all the way.
In the empty night, I shouted to myself: "I am a woman, I am not made of steel, I want to be as happy and healthy as other women." All the experiences in my life have made me grow up, but they have also made me bear too many things I don't want to bear.
On the special train of life, give me a seat called happiness at any time, and then let me sit accordingly. Can the dust of the years go with the west wind and return me to the light drunkenness under the moonlight? I cried and ran, laughing and chasing, and I always lived everything in my life.
The wind is sinking in the west and the moon is ringing today.