The autumn wind rustled the sycamore trees, and the dewdrops moistened the trees silently. The clouds were flying in the night sky, and only a few stars could be seen with the faint light of the moon, like a group of mischievous monsters, taking advantage of the wind to suddenly stir in the chaotic sky.
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A lonely night, a lonely forest, a lonely thatched house, and a lonely figure. The candlelight flickered, flashing a bitter smile, but at the end of the light, there was his sad face.
The sun and the moon rotate, and the night has arrived. Time seems to be solidified at this moment, but it still seems to pass by quietly inadvertently. The few nights pouring down from the sky are deep and blurred, covering up the prosperity of the day, as if
After the night comes the time that turns thousands of times.
How many screams of pain and how many panicked murmurs were all accompanied by the bustling night that was roughly the same, but the fragments that had long been blurred in the memory became brighter and brighter.
The obsession that grows deep in the soul can never withstand the torment of the night. When I look back suddenly, I feel as if I am shocked, and it is like a dream.
The young man looked at the ancient and majestic sky, and the past started like a mime. He saw strange things all around him, and the stubborn figure was reflected on the big lake in front of him, while scenes of green years were buried beside the embankment.
Stop rewinding the memories, and it turns out that life is all in a hurry, coming in a hurry, and leaving in a hurry. Living is just filling up the memories, mocking the promises, and vividly interpreting the final ending.
So the years like water fell from the fingers, or broke away from all the shackles, or merged into the vast torrent, or were lost in countless moments, or withered and turned yellow under the influence of wine, sex and wealth.
Those words that I once vowed are destined to be forgotten by cowardice and become a thing of the past, embedded in one sweet dream after another.
As many books as I bought, I wasted so much of my college life; I hoarded a bunch of antiques, thinking that I would be superior to others in the future; If my physical condition was terrible, I quickly stocked up on bird's nests, wolfberries, and red dates. The biggest self-deception in life is to pretend that I work hard.
Looks like this, and even hypnotizes himself to the point of believing it to be true.
This is an exaggerated world full of "self-deception" and "deception of others". We are engaged in endless struggles for various interests every day, and staged a series of clumsy "glory in troubled times".
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But when we woke up, the morning sun shone on our faces, making it difficult to open our eyes. All the "epiphanies" of the night before disappeared without a trace, the brocade robes were ironed and smoothed, and the vomit was left in the latrine.
After the ten seconds of "high morale" in the morning, there are dozens of hours of decadence and frustration, and then there are a few more minutes of avoiding the important and taking the easy at night, over and over again, never getting tired of it.
In today's world, how many people live a semi-secluded "comfortable" life at an age when they should be working hard? While enjoying the "quiet years" time, they use phrases like "My youth, I make the decision"
Words are used to cover up one's own shortcomings and cover up the confusion in one's heart.
This type of people usually likes to enjoy leisure and comfort in their green years, but they are always anxious about their lives; they often hide alone in bed and feel sorry for themselves, but they have to act superior in front of others; they always like to pretend to be inferior to others.
I seem to be very busy, so busy that I have no time to think randomly, so busy that I rush towards the south wall with my head in a dull mood.
Self-deception covers up the confusion and confusion deep in our hearts, covering up the soul that is already empty and numb, and we are like a lonely boat floating in the stormy waves, always walking alone and trembling.
It seems to be the last life-saving straw, woven into a fig leaf, blocking the most unspeakable places for us. So we muster up the courage to "forge ahead" again, and look at life with a heartless smile again.
However, when no one believes in such actions, the past will fall apart and be torn to pieces. What is even more pitiful is that, despite this, there are still some foolish people who always believe in the words and deeds of evil people.
This situation has contributed to their unrepentant bad nature, and they only think about how to make excuses through nonsense. But as everyone knows, many people who have seen through everything have long regarded it as a laughing stock.
We always feel that we are a piece of spice, thinking that the more we pound it and grind it finer, the richer the fragrance will be. But we don’t know that we are just a handful of stone powder, born in the ordinary but unwilling to be mediocre, even though we spend our whole life jumping up and down,
But in the end, not only was the effort wasted, but it also made oneself unkempt and embarrassed.
This world is like a big melting pot, smelting batches of good and bad souls, and forging one body after another of mixed reputations. So we always like to use self-deception to decorate our lives beautifully, because in this world
, many so-called efforts are actually just a kind of cleverness and profit-seeking.
This is like those people who drift north and south with the current, or even cross the ocean, thinking that changing the environment can change their destiny and live their ideal life. But the reality is that they have always been
They are all spinning in the original circle, always using self-deception to divert their attention, and always evading themselves as if there is no one around.
We always like to find many reasons for ourselves, always like to evade the most important things to explain our cowardice, always like to deceive ourselves and others into believing those beautiful lies, always like to use lies to cover up our inner fears, and always like to evade the responsibilities we should bear. But
In fact, one day, we still have to face the ugliness and darkness calmly.
Because some people are already inactive, they have to do a lot of things to keep themselves busy, thereby increasing their poor sense of self-worth and at the same time forgetting and escaping their own incompetence.
Contaminated by all the dirty water around me, I care about everyone's feelings, and I just hope that one day in the future I can be free to judge the situation from a third party's perspective without being involved in it.
Therefore, we gradually become taciturn, and gradually forget how to express and release our hearts. In the end, we are afraid of affecting others even if we shout, and we are afraid of being burned by reality when we open our eyes.
I don't dare to argue, and I don't have the power to argue; I can't ask for anything, and I don't dare to ask for anything. It seems that everything has become cautious, and it seems that I have deceived the whole world, and at the same time I have deceived myself. It seems that every thought I have ever had has been deceived.
Worn away.
Until I can no longer act in this scene, until I find that my chest can no longer hold anything, until I am exhausted and exhausted, until I want to speak but no one cares, leaving countless rules and regulations to restrain my mind.
Perhaps only then will we discover a certain green light outside the world of mortals, which seems to be forever stuck in the place where we can see it, but it can never get close.
Young people lose their ambition by playing with things, middle-aged people are extravagant and lustful, old people are obsessed with success and fame, and old people are content with self-deception. How many people can survive in their lifetime and can turn stubborn iron into pure gold?
We once longed for the waves of destiny, but in the end we discovered that the most beautiful scenery in life is the inner peace and slowness; we once looked forward to the recognition of others, but in the end we realized that the world belongs to us, and we
Others are irrelevant.
Originally, the young man planned to die in the Poisonous Mushroom Depression, but he never expected that he would be swallowed up by the sudden heat wave. Even until he died, he was still lying on the bed, looking like a useless person.