The autumn rain is continuous with a hint of coolness. It is not as fresh and elegant as spring, nor as violent as summer. Lightning, thunder and strong winds suddenly appeared. Whether you are upset or calm, whether you are happy or sad, it is just dripping, telling the thoughts of autumn. There is no bad temper, no tender and beautiful tenderness, just a humble and tepid falling, rustling melody on the dead leaves, purifying the dust in autumn, washing away the troubles flying in people's hearts, and singing a monotonous and cold melody in the breeze. Didi, Didi's autumn rain falls on the keyboard in autumn, black and white keys turns yellow, depressed and depressed, and leaves fall to the ground in your beat and turn into spring mud.
Just in the autumn rain, my friend couldn't come to work in other places, so I asked my men to come to Harbin from other places and let me help as a guide and buyer. Friendship is priceless. Put down your work and attack immediately without complaint. It is not easy to start a business, but also help you find the cheapest accommodation. After you buy it, you have to pack it and send it outside the city. You can eat one meal a day when you are busy. How to lose weight! Who knows that it rained heavily last night, and the car full of goods shook to put out the fire, but it missed, and it was still on the congested Second Ring Bridge. It's rush hour. Red lights all the way, slow traffic like a long queue of lights stretched into the distance, only flashing lights braved the rain, looking at the rainy city through the window, neon lights, street lights, car lights, reflect each other, high-rise buildings, criss-crossing, like a forest of buildings, endless winding ups and downs.
When the rain subsided, I stepped on the water covered with my feet and face, pushed the car to a dry place and took a taxi to the repair shop to find a repairman. There were traffic jams everywhere, but I walked for a long time not far away. Finally, I couldn't wait to get off and go. The autumn night in Harbin is really cold, and I am shivering with cold. I walked several blocks before I found the repair shop. People's work is still raining, and I don't want to go out. Or did I finally convince the shopkeeper to go out in person with my fairy tongue, and solved the fate of not squatting on the cold second ring viaduct all night. In this cold autumn rain, I didn't freeze to death all night.
The continuous autumn rain makes people flustered and confused, clothes and shoes are wet, and it is difficult to travel through the traffic in the city, filled with more confusion and helplessness. Although it is full of cold and coolness, it is just walking on the road and walking in the rain at night. At home not far away, a table of hot meals may have been prepared for you, and the family is waiting for you enthusiastically. The falling rain is your mood, your tears, or your bad temper!
As long as there is love in your heart, as long as there is affection in your heart, autumn rain may bring you enlightenment, romance, affection and expectation, because there are people who care about you and care about you in the distance, and all feelings, feelings, concerns and thoughts are in this autumn rain.
A song and a story
How hypocritical do you have to laugh to be integrated into this world?
Everyone's face looks like a mask.
I don't remember what I was doing or what I was thinking.
I can't remember what happened in the depths of my soul
-Tanya Chua's The Tamed Elephant
"Today's program is over here. Thank you for your timely company. We will get there at eight o'clock next evening. " After touching the conclusion, he gave the close-up a standard smile. The camera stopped in those flashing eyes. One second, two seconds, the studio burst into warm cheers.
She shook hands with the invited guests, thanked them and took photos, and personally escorted them out of the studio. I was surrounded by a swarm of bees before I went in. "Sister Xiaoyu, you are so beautiful tonight!" Words haven't say that finish and was interrupted "what ah, little fishing elder sister when not beautiful. Xiaoyu, you are really great, you are my idol! " "Yes, Xiaoyu, you are also my idol, and our program will definitely be the first."
"Little fishing sister, I really like your eyes. You don't know that I almost cried at the last second. " The praise in my ear is endless. She pulled her hair behind her ear, but thinking that it would destroy the stylist's carefully designed hairstyle, she restored it to its original position and said softly, "It's all thanks to everyone. I'll treat you to a snack tonight. Let's talk! " "Good-"cheers broke out again in the studio. A group of people carried her out of the studio.
Her name is Lu Xiaoyu, and she is the new host of Deep Sea TV. Deep sea city is not big, but it is the heart of the whole country. It is the popular host of the deep sea city and can be called the popular host of the whole country. Seven days a week, there are three days in prime time to broadcast her programs, a talk show, a family program and an entertainment program. To outsiders, her body has infinite light, but she has no big-name shelf. She has a good relationship with the staff of the whole studio, especially the commonly used studio.
Everyone is admiring that her big shot is not only unpretentious, but also so approachable. She not only greets people closely on weekdays, but also always surprises people on the birthday of the studio staff. Sometimes even the birthday girl forgets that today is her birthday. She always gets good reviews. Today is the first broadcast of her new program. If the ratings are high, it will undoubtedly become a golden file again.
A group of people crowded into the hotel next to the TV station. Everyone is still full of praise for her. I wish the program to watch Changhong and so on. She humbly raised a glass to all the people present, thanking everyone for their hard work. At the climax, another climax was thrown: "I invite everyone to take annual leave in Maldives, and I can bring my family!" Sure enough, there was another cheer. She has money, a lot of money, but what's the use?
It was past three in the morning when a group of people left the hotel, and most of them were drunk. She kindly put them all in a taxi, refused the assistant's request to send her back, got on the bus, bypassed the main road and stopped. This is a corner. As long as you look up, you can see the huge billboard in front.
Hands on the steering wheel, staring at the billboard in front, the billboard is her huge poster, smiling like a flower, although it looks deformed because it is infinitely magnified. She found those eyes, and everyone praised her eyes for being big and beautiful. Her eyes are really big in the poster, but she knows they are dead. Those eyes are really big, but they are already a pool of stagnant water. Just like now, she is no longer her, just a tamed elephant.
She stared at the man on the billboard. She doesn't want to call it "I", but her face is still her, just more beautiful than her, with bigger eyes, higher nose, sharper chin and more delicate smile. Every morning, a group of makeup artists will surround her, trim her eyebrows, dye her nails and do her hair. Every day, she doesn't have to think about what color her hair is straight, curly or loose, what color it is, how much makeup she wears, what color lip gloss she wears, what color blush she wears, what clothes she wears and which pair of shoes she wears, because a group of people will prepare it for her, and her style was professionally designed by a famous stylist the week before.
Every morning, she is woken up by her assistant and sent to the car. She was squeezed into the dressing room by a group of people. As soon as one of her feet stepped into the fitting room, a large group of people immediately began to make her up. And she sat on a stool and watched the man in the mirror be surrounded, become strange, and then become more strange.
At first, she would be shocked, "Oh, my God, is this still me? I am so beautiful! " Later, no matter how delicate the makeup was, she was indifferent, because she knew it was really not her. How much of her face is hers under the pressure of the agency? I just don't forget to thank the staff for being decent and not losing etiquette.
She doesn't know when she polished it so exquisitely, whether she had received professional formatting training before she entered the business, or whether she didn't want to be slapped when she had plastic surgery. After being frozen, I had to beg for mercy and compromise, or I heard everyone's comments on the popular anchor before, and I saw with my own eyes how she was dragged down from the highest position because she couldn't stand the blow and was put in a mental hospital. She knew that if she didn't make the same mistake again, all she could do was take away her mask.
"Lost, lost, lost, I am completely trapped by this fog." The arc bell suddenly rang, and she didn't want to answer it, but she didn't want to answer it. When she saw it, it was Xiaoya, the assistant. She answered the phone. "Sister Xiaoyu, are you at home?" As soon as I answered the phone, I heard Xiaoya's concern. She looked at the hidden street lamp ahead and said, "Xiaoya, I'm back. I'm going to bed." The other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief. "The little fishing sister, you go to bed early. Can I pick you up at eight tomorrow morning? "
"okay. Xiaoya, go to bed early, too. Today is a difficult day for you. " Slowly hung up the phone and turned on the music. There is only one song in her mobile phone, that is, her ringtone, Tanya Chua's Tamed Elephant. She turned on the music player and listened to the hoarse voice over and over again. She wants to cry, but her eyes will be swollen and her makeup will not be good tomorrow. In this way, the makeup artist had to try his best to remedy her makeup. She knows what she should do.
"Applause, if you need applause, as long as you are willing to be a tamed elephant, you can walk on this stage?" Her world is full of applause. Whether she wants to go on this stage or not, she knows that she can't get off the stage, because she is not a tamed elephant, but a dead elephant with no way out.
She started the engine, and the car slowly moved forward. Clearly, a line of glittering and translucent liquid slipped by, faster and faster, and gradually disappeared into the gradually clear twilight in the morning. Only a faint song.
"Glory is better than being laughed at, so put aside your self-esteem and bite your teeth?"
Don't miss the person you love.
Some people never have a chance to meet, but when they meet, they hesitate. It's best not to meet. Some things have never had a chance to do, and I don't want to do it again when I have a chance.
Some words have been buried in my heart for a long time and I have no chance to say them. When I had a chance to say it, I couldn't say it.
Some loves have never had a chance to love, and they stopped loving when they had a chance.
Some people have many opportunities to meet each other, but they always find excuses to escape. When they want to meet, they have no chance.
There are many opportunities to say something, but I want to talk about it later. When I wanted to say it, there was no chance.
Some things have many opportunities to do, but they are postponed day by day. When they want to do it, they find that there is no opportunity.
Some love gives you many opportunities, but you don't care. When you want to pay attention, you have no chance to love.
Sometimes, life is always ironic.
Turning around may be a lifetime.
We agreed to be together forever, but somehow we broke up. Finally, I thought about it myself, and I couldn't figure out why I had to leave in the first place.
Then, you suddenly realize that feelings are so fragile.
Can stand the wind and rain, but can't stand the ordinary; Through thick and thin, it's sunny.
Maybe it's just anger, maybe it's just a small matter.
I fantasize about the sweetness of reconciliation, or the hug when we meet again. At that time, I would beat each other with tears and giggle. What a beautiful picture this should be.
Unexpectedly, parting is a lifetime.
Therefore, each has his own life and loves others. Once loved, it doesn't matter now.
Even in the same small city, we never met again.
One day at a certain time, walking on the same street, I can't see each other. First I sighed, and then I was helpless.
Maybe you are very happy, because you have found another person who suits you.
Maybe you are unhappy because maybe only one person really cares about you in this life.
I haven't contacted for a long time, and I don't think of this person anymore. I don't want to think about it again. Maybe two people meet for a long time, even if they meet, they are white-haired. The face of youth has faded with the passage of time, making the other party gradually forget. When I really woke up and wanted to love, it was already late. Regret that we didn't fall in love at the beginning, and regret that the vows of eternal love faded with the passage of time. If there is someone in my heart who wants to love, I must catch her. If you miss it, you can't go back. I must love boldly, and don't let myself regret it all my life.
Life is just a passer-by
Whose look back, fragrance dyed half-life glitz; Whose wait, and so on. Has become the end of the world; Whose round has vanished the prosperity of the meeting. Time goes by with affection, and the years go by. I don't know whose beauty was subverted in that gorgeous moment. Spread ten miles of red makeup, spend a world of mortals, and let the distant guests who bloom in their dreams gather and disperse with fate. If you are happy, you don't say how long it will take, but if you are sad, you don't ask where it will go. -who sang the farewell song in the wind, who broke the heart into pieces, the flowers falling in the depths of time, an old lilac's words, witnessed the ultimate splendor. Sigh, draw an eyebrow, gorgeous will always wither, after the fireworks, will always go to the end of the world. You put an end to the story of meeting, but I drifted to my dream through a memory. Looking back on the past, it is like a dream. Those gorgeous moments and those beautiful years that have been disappointed are still remembered in my heart and folded into poems.
How many people in the world of mortals are sorry, and how many people are still sighing! Everyone wants to simplify life. Can be so prosperous, there will always be a little past, so that the heart can not be calm. Looking back, how many stories of meeting and parting have already been doomed, like going to a flower party, which is amazing and beautiful. Cut out a piece of the past and reveal a plain note. Who will get a touch of acacia? Dark ask, who in whose years is more and more clear, who in whose story gradually disappears. On the other hand, who used the melancholy of clouds and water to compose the story of lotus into a swan song; As always, who is still struggling to ask who has poured tea? Where is it now? Bananas have been raining all night, and they are blooming again. It's time to blossom. How much do you know after the dust settles?
The flowers blown away by the fleeting time fall on whose fingertips, standing on the edge of the season and looking back, who has never been young and who has never been crazy about love? Over time, everyone's heart is no longer easily moved after secularization, because it has passed the age of listening to affairs with ears. No one wants to be a person who doesn't dye fireworks, but always touches the candlelight of the story intentionally or unintentionally. Those dusty fleeting scenes emerge dimly, disrupting fleeting time and crushing the bustling fireworks, expressing too much loneliness for the once deep affection. If the water is 3 thousand, the world is full of dust, and people have become accustomed to it. It's long past the lush and dreamy years, and when I look forward to it, I'm dressed up and trampled by the world of mortals; Once the blue sky fell like the wind. I can't understand the cause and effect of reincarnation, I can't understand the hidden mirror flower, and a cup of green tea won't be cold. How can I put down a Sanskrit? Who reads the west wind alone, * * * I bet where is the man who splashed tea with books now? A leisurely song smells of tea. Looking back, everything is just ordinary. Once again, facing the reincarnation of the origin, "emotions are no longer so rampant, joys and sorrows are no longer so exaggerated, and pain is no longer so superficial." With the traces carved by the fleeting time, I have settled a sense of calmness and calmness, and learned to forget my sadness while walking and cherish my fate. It is a kind of beauty to walk through the years indifferently.
With the vicissitudes of time, looking back at the story of time, from arrogance to maturity, the course of life is a beautiful fission again and again. After years of tempering, I have a profound understanding of life. With the deep calm of still water, we can accommodate the warmth and coldness of the world; With a faint mood, let go of the grievances of the world of mortals. Be a simple and simple person, and walk through the past years with the most leisurely attitude. Although some people, Qianshan Mu Xue, will never meet again, they still believe in love. Where is Mo Wen's dream broken, and where is Mo asking for the moon? Bring the past to the pen, return to the tranquility of the early years, and let many people come and go with the depth of fate.
Looking back on the past years and combing the past, I realized the vicissitudes of the world, and everything in the world was like a passing cloud. All thoughts of dust originate from the heart; Once put down, it blooms instantly. In the midst of prosperity, whether it is the traffic in front of us or the light clouds behind us, we should treat each other calmly and don't let prisoners get trapped in our hearts. Calm and indifferent life, indifferent to the honor and disgrace of bloom. Life is just a passer-by, no matter how complicated the process is, one day all roads lead to the same goal.
Another graduation season.
The book says that if the other person doesn't look back when he leaves, it means a problem: he doesn't have you in his heart.
Actually, I've been struggling. When we parted ways, did you turn back?
Classmate records, full of words, full of injuries.
When it became popular to write a classmate's duty record, I looked at the thin paper that was not much heavier than air, and I couldn't help laughing. A piece of paper can easily replace a three-year friendship, and this classmate's feelings are really worthless.
But when I look at those strange faces, I will ask myself in turn. My classmates have never said much in the past three years. However, when I leave, I will still throw you a classmate record. What is this?
I feel like a silk rag forgotten in the corner. It's disgusting to take it out, but it's a pity to throw it away.
Just as I was writing my name repeatedly on the page, you suddenly came into my sight, holding a gorgeous but unobtrusive book in your hand.
You are very clever, really, as you can see from that thick book. You abandoned your classmates' records and used a book that almost every student has. I think your unique choice will make everyone remember you clearly. When you see Ben, you will always be remembered with a ponytail.
When the so-called book full of friendship words flows in the hands of strangers I want to know, and then falls in front of me like a distant ocean, I am hesitant, always hesitating whether to write my own name. But after all, I have not made up my mind to let you down. I carefully wrote down my name under your gaze. The degree of concern surprised me, as if I were completing a sacred and solemn mission.
However, you know, whenever I write word by word, it seems that a needle passes through my body at any time, and I clearly feel the blood flowing, but I don't feel any pain.
When I give it to you, I believe I can see your smiling face like a flower as long as I gently lift my eyes. However, dear you, you will never know how much I hate your smiling face. Like those words, like a poisonous knife, it cut my skin and penetrated into my blood when I was unprepared.
And you sat on the time machine and moved on, leaving me helpless in a pool of blood. You finally turned into a little black spot and disappeared into my sight.
Parting is inevitable.
Friendship, a beautiful and luxurious word.
Someone once said that the so-called love is that no matter how time changes and how it changes, one party can always recognize the true face of the other party among thousands of strange figures, and then accurately say, "Oh, it's you." Can you believe it?
I don't believe, forever, forever, even after that, I can't believe that such love really exists in this world.
However, I believe that when all the lies of betrayal remain in this world, there will still be a person standing by my side unswervingly, telling me with completely trusting eyes, don't be afraid, you still have me around. I really believe that there will always be someone who will accompany me as a friend. This man has nothing to do with romantic love, but you can't let him go.
Do you remember when we met, when we became deskmates and when we became inseparable friends?
To tell the truth, I don't remember, but even so, I still want to string together our memories and write a short story floating in youth.
But when I started writing, I found that our friendship was not touched too much, just like the sunshine scattered in life. If I want to collect, I will be at a loss, but I can really feel the warmth.
These friendships embedded in the years, like ordinary beauty, bloom in the lamentation of youth without seeking results.
But beauty is always facing thrilling dangers, just like this world, no matter how beautiful it is, it is just a world of flowers.
None of us can predict the fate in the days of separation. Some people have learned to open our closed hearts, and some people may make us cry. And those friendships that we thought would never fade may die in the carving of years, and those that we thought would never leave may become strangers in an instant and then leave you. There are too many possibilities, and no one can predict and change them.
Dear, many years later, after experiencing the fatigue of life, family, career and other trivial matters, when you think of those unexpected things and people who met in a narrow road, will you laugh at yourself for being stupid when you dare to say goodbye to you?
In fact, friendship is sometimes a nostalgic inertia, just as high school students miss junior high school students and college students miss high school students, which will change with the change of time and space. We will grow up eventually, throw away the rocking chairs and all the umbrellas.
And we will gradually understand in the cracks of time. The so-called friendship only means that our fate is to watch our friend's back drift away in this life, and we can only stand at the other end and watch him disappear at the corner of the path.
And he will tell us with his back: don't chase.
Too many beautiful things are just our thoughts.
However, the life of three women and the friendship between three girls are like a three-legged war. Once an affair happens, the peaceful situation will be broken, and there will always be an alliance between the two sides, leaving the other side helpless and waiting for death. Fortunately, we only do this occasionally.
In our small family of three, the master only has a name but never has real power, let alone me, the master of three. After the second master listened to politics, we two poor boys nodded our heads and agreed. Fortunately, you only occasionally plot some public plans, otherwise, our life ... well, it's hard to say.
I still remember that in the Chinese class, we filled in a classmate's record: What would you do if you had 6,543,800 yuan? So we pooled 3 million yuan to dream of buying a house in Jeju Island and living in our dream country from now on. Just in case, we happily borrowed 1 10,000 from others, and even foolishly dreamed of traveling to ancient times and bringing back some valuable antiques just for that silly dream.
However, life is too beautiful, reality is too cruel, and young people are too naive. We thought that as long as we drew a circle around us, we could circle our happy youth. We thought that if we put our memories in the black box, we could lock the good times. However, in the end, everything is just a dream, and we are all deceiving ourselves.
Although parting is for a better reunion, dear, you know that parting is a sad beauty, and life will push us forward, but we are in different directions. We are separated by the French net of distance and can only look at each other from a distance like caged birds.
It is said that distance produces beauty. Who ever thought that the middle of this distance, or the distance? The strangeness of this distance will pull us to the poles, beyond the universe, and we are in different universes, just like butterflies that can never fly across the sea.
We insist that everything is not a problem, but we have never found that everything is caused by problems. Time has changed our faces, and distance has changed our thoughts. These changes grow quietly like vines, blooming in each other's scattered involvement, but like dust, I wonder what kind of fruit he will bear, dear you, do you know?
University, a dream really out of reach.
We are all ordinary civilians, not beautiful princesses. We all stand in the same corner of the earth, but our starting points seem to be the same, but the heights are different.
I have never understood why I, who always cared nothing, didn't have that kind of thrilling tension when I entered the examination room, but I was anxious during this long wait.
In fact, I always think it doesn't matter whether I go to college or not, but I really want to walk into the campus with you, sit in the same class, hold hands in the dormitory and work together, not just in the same city with you.
However, when the "application guide" fell into my hand, my heart was like a big hole, and the wind was pouring in. Everything is just my fantasy. After all, we will live far apart. You are sitting in the sacred university auditorium, where will I be then? I don't know.
Dear you, do you know why I keep asking you to go to college with me? It's not that I'm using you, it's trust, because my fear of strange environment always makes me want to find someone I can trust to accompany me, otherwise I'd rather stay at home and be moldy than leave home.
But it doesn't matter now. Forget I induced you. My university is so broken in reality that I have no strength to pick up so many pieces. I can only let them stab me to pieces. He is like a dream, a nightmare I can never imagine.
But I think I am a strong person, even if I can't get into college, I will bring happiness to people around me. But now I am not a person who can bring happiness, so I think I can make myself happy. If I am not happy, at least I can't be hurt.
End of movement
Some people say that there is a distance in this world that you can't reach no matter how hard you try, but I believe there is a fate in this world that you will meet no matter how long you are apart. Dear you, can you believe it?
Another graduation season. Hearing all kinds of remarks about the college entrance examination, someone remembered his confusion and hesitation when he graduated, about the university, about the future, about the future ... so I took out some things written in my friend's notebook in those years to commemorate my campus life in those years. I also wish every hard-working graduate good luck. I wish you to be the first.
Love has gone, and the song ends.
It's hard to fall asleep on lonely nights. The person I once loved began to appear in front of me, and the scar on my chest was torn again, which was very painful and I wanted to cry. . . But I can't. The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier. Rain replaced my tears and flowed into the river at the door, followed by inch by inch of memories.
When I turned around, I saw debris all over the floor, followed by sadness all over my body. Maybe I am really a sentimental person at this time. The north wind roared, and the only warmth in my heart was blown to pieces and completely replaced by cold.
Try to listen to every sad song and experience different feelings, but in the final analysis, no matter how you sing it, it is still a sad melody.
China New Year is coming. My first thought is not you, but lucky money.
When I am lonely, I think of those netizens who chat with me and bring me happiness, not you.
When I am sad, I play games instead of thinking about you!
I don't love you anymore, you know! Do you know that?/You know what?
After listening to the last song "I can't sing", wait for midnight. . .