On a clear and cool winter day, I looked up and saw the plain needles and leaves. White clouds drifted from one forest to another. The huge projection looked mysterious and leisurely, as if an invisible airflow appeared out of thin air, but the clouds were just quiet.
The ground is waiting, waiting for them to converge into sharp blades, waiting for itself to be carved with countless natural dents.
The wind howled from the north, like a reckless drunkard, roaring with teeth and claws, roaring at everything it could touch. But after some venting, it resolutely got into the cold desolation.
The cobbled alleys, living quietly in the setting sun, surrounded by dead trees and mud all day long.
On the first day of the Black Rain Month, Twin Nest City, one of the four main cities of the Pawa Federation, not only did not become depressed due to the sudden drop in temperature, but the streets were already overcrowded. Compared to this scene, in
In a certain noble family, the bird that was supposed to be combing its feathers was already cold and stiff, and it was absolutely unknown that it had only been dead for a day.
The morning light was divided into golden rays by the blinds. The young man sighed. After realizing that today was the weekend, he put away his mind and turned around and lay back on the pillow again. The wild birds whispered through the screen window, and countless winter mosquitoes rushed to tell each other.
Gathering at the window edge, the vultures that arrived as promised were hovering in the sky, and the pure white bird was being enveloped by the early sun.
Those countless deep nights were like sleeping babies. And we lying on the bed were like lingering patients, listening to our own heartbeats and suppressing all our nerves. Our youth seemed to be polished.
The sharp knife is pointed at the heart, looking down at all spirits like a king.
It is a kind of life to sing and dance, live happily and live happily; it is also a kind of life to live in confusion and contentment. But no matter what, it is thousands of times better than those bystanders who can only watch from a distance and cannot participate. We are always used to it.
Tolerating everything with helpless eyes, I am used to living in the naked real world, but at the same time, I live my life as a sensational character.
Once upon a time, we were very enthusiastic and felt that we would become great in the future, but now our ambitions have not been fulfilled and we have accomplished nothing. We just sit at home doing nothing every day, and the future is already bleak. And in order to cover up our inner restlessness, we often
You have to package yourself very busy, thinking that you can catch up with others, and sometimes even have some illusion of a bright future.
In real life, many people are like this and always like to make themselves "sleepless and forgetful of food and drink", but in fact it is just to block our self-promoted hearts, or even to cover up the already fallen soul. Cleverly created names,
I make up countless reasons and habitually make myself "exhausted", thinking that this will make others change their minds, and I even get the reputation of "God rewards those who work hard".
But the reality is always cold and terrifying. Perhaps only after a lot of hard work can we believe that we are really mediocre and unworthy of advancement. As for those who have knocked us down, we no longer have any resentment, and even lie in their original position.
I still feel very comfortable.
Behind every self-abasement, there is a ruthless tormentor. It may be our closest relatives, it may be the peace of mind that we have long been accustomed to, or it may be the collapse of faith and the danger of people's hearts. This is like some people's cold windows.
After studying hard for more than ten years, he once attended the imperial meeting and was full of passion for saving the people and saving the people from dire straits. However, the nobles exchanged cups for cups, and a few ounces of ale entered their intestines, disturbing the dye vat and staining the pleats. p>
The so-called self-destruction does not lie in the depletion of intelligence, imagination or courage, but in the fact that the person concerned no longer intends to cover up the situation. The highest form of self-destruction is not to surrender or to belittle oneself, but to keep warm through the support of similar people.
, to sublimate this depletion, even praise this depletion, worship this depletion.
Decadence means breaking the pot, being unbridled and carefree. Everyone's life will not be smooth sailing. There will always be setbacks of one kind or another. Being overwhelmed has become the norm, and self-pity is even more common.
Sinking and escaping has become the destination of many people, and there are even extreme people who choose to end their lives to seek relief.
But life is still the most beautiful hymn. The reason why we worry is just because we realize our incompetence, whether it is about career, or about life, or just because we are competitive and unwilling to be lonely. Therefore, once we learn how to break the jar and break the jar,
, you will suddenly realize that everything you once cared about is just a kind of self-torture.
When a person lives a lifetime, happiness is to be able to stay with the one he loves. It is happiness to be able to exchange cups with friends and enjoy grudges. We are not gods, so naturally we cannot have everything at our fingertips. We do not have rich clothes and robes.
You can also wear coarse linen clothes, which are wear-resistant and keep out the cold.
People begin to die from the moment they are born, so in the process of "waiting for death", all the achievements and brilliance we have gained will become meaningless at the moment of death.
Therefore, it is foolish to worry about the past, because the past cannot be changed and will only prevent us from enjoying the present life. But it is wise to think about the good past, because it can help relieve our current pain and give us a better future.
Life is decorated and polished. But it is unwise to imagine a better future, because the future is always accompanied by pain and unknown risks.
How many people who are now content to enjoy themselves have struggled and dreamed in the past. They have had arrogant ambitions, have been calm and free of pleasure and hatred, have been together in love and romance, and have been unyielding in verbal and written criticism.
But now, everything is in the past, the cruel and cold reality has solidified the soul, and the restless body is hot and hot.
Ordinary people are like grass and grass, wrapped in tattered animal skins. While we are forced to smile in this war-torn world, we are always depressed and unhappy, and we can't find an outlet to vent. The scars covered with blood rot and stink in the dark and damp corners.
; The dull eyes turned into trapped beasts under the stars and bright moon.
We envy the beauty of dreamers, but we don’t even dare to regain our courage; we never forget our original intention, but we always hang our success high in the attic; we rely on the little remaining warmth to survive,
But we still can't let go and move forward; we try to embrace all rivers, but we feel that the surroundings are full of malice, and there are always enemies.
In the autobiography of a famous bard, it was written that some people are spiritual mentors who have the talent for some kind of emotional communication with their students, but they choose to bury this talent. In order to avoid interacting with students or their colleagues
No matter what "emotional exchange" occurred, they resolutely chose to become substitute tutors. They only stayed in each college for a short time and then left quietly, leaving only indifference and cruelty.
Maybe we can't escape from all this at all. The past and the present, the spirit and the body, the dream and the reality, today and the future. It seems that choosing to be indifferent and ignore everything is far easier than fighting against reality.
As for those who use self-abasement as a hallmark of their personality, they seem to be clamoring: As long as we are more rebellious and cruel, we will be stronger than others.