Silk-like water lines danced and fell from the sky, a little less hasty than the summer rain, but also a little more lingering. Everything in the world seemed to be shrouded in this vast white mist, as if a world had opened before our eyes.
The light gauze isolates the city and the noise, blurring fatigue and uneasiness.
The rain fell silently, falling on the remaining leaves one after another, gathering into shallow depressions, expressing its gentleness to its heart's content, and finally slowly rolled down along the veins of the leaves, moistening the withered yellow patches on the ground.
The fallen leaves are enjoying the silent nourishment, and the dry veins seem to be clearly visible again, covering up the increasingly mottled dust color.
The raindrops under the eaves were like broken bead curtains, sparsely falling on the bluestone ground, causing splashes of water. Wisps of breeze lingered around the ears, swaying the green bamboos in the rain, bringing with it the elegant yet subtle phoenix flower.
A moist orchid.
The golden plain becomes more fresh and elegant under the baptism of autumn rain. A few lavender morning glories crawl on the surface of the courtyard wall, becoming more delicate and beautiful under the cold moonlight.
Most of the underage dragons have already fallen asleep, but the half-dragon servants are standing at the edge of the fountain carrying midnight snacks. The water marks on the lenses continue to increase, the red marks on the palms are alternated with purple and white, and the eyes staring at the sky are dull and empty.
, no one can see the bitterness in the corner of his mouth.
Holding an umbrella alone, you don’t understand what it means to be alone, and you only feel a little bit cold; walking alone in the forest, you don’t understand what melancholy is, and you only have the stars for company; a person stares at the sky, but you don’t know that there is no answer in the sky
, only bursts of desolation penetrated my heart.
People are lonely and no one can escape. They are rejected by mainstream society and have no illusions about reality. They can only silently endure the loneliness and despair that are as deadly as the abyss.
Therefore, life is destined to be a lonely journey, and during this journey, we are bound to encounter many forked roads, but no matter how we choose, there will always be travelers we pass by.
The city is crowded and noisy, but the men and women who are surrounded by people every day may not have the same lively hearts.
We seem to be getting more and more lonely. We have fantasies every day and recall familiar faces, but we don’t know who we can talk to, let alone what we will do next. Maybe we should go to bed, but after waking up,
I will start to daydream out of boredom and repeat the lonely day.
However, most people should be mediocre, which is also the definition of mediocrity. Even those who are unwilling to be lonely, like Sobey in "Fighting with Sharks", chase their dreams, but all these efforts are in the mediocrity.
Life seems to have become very ridiculous in front of me, just because the world is like this.
Just like that little person, he was anxious all day long, afraid of being fired, and finally had to disguise himself with hypocrisy and indifference, living like a walking zombie.
The pain of being unable to communicate is a realistic portrayal of the mental predicament of little people. For these people, the world is like a huge prison. Although they are among the crowd, they always seem out of place. They can only feel helpless or afraid.
Or sadly keep a distance from others and taste the loneliness alone.
The road of life sometimes turns unexpectedly and turns again, but in the end what we are given is not surprise, but helplessness. We have no choice but to accept it, but at least when facing the worst ending, we can choose to do whatever it takes. Might be decently accepted.
We live in this world, where everyone is fighting alone. This kind of helplessness that is destined to be abandoned seems like a kind of relief. But when loneliness reaches its peak, can it end like this?
Loneliness is sometimes like a sharp long needle, slowly piercing into us when we are not numb yet but not strong enough, leaving us at a loss as to what to do and inaudible.
Whenever we talk about loneliness, we always use it in a derogatory sense. Few people are willing to admit their loneliness. Even if they are enduring the torment alone in their hearts, they have to work hard and try their best to cover it up. They are afraid of being seen through, and even more afraid of being seen through. To attract sympathy or pity from others.
But whether we admit it or not, it is there, accompanying us throughout our lives. Loneliness has nothing to do with who we are or where we are, let alone whether we have friends or family.
Ordinary people are lonely because they are forced to make a living, dignitaries are lonely because they are in a high position, and they are lonely when they are in a happy place and it is difficult to find close friends. Being too close is also a reason for loneliness.
Loneliness not only breeds in unfamiliar environments, but also occurs in families that should be close. Loneliness in the emotional world is sometimes like the silent snowfield before dawn, where the hustle and bustle is in dreams, and the warmth is as real as it is illusory.
People are always in a lonely position, looking forward to others, eager to follow the path of love and return to the Eden of the soul. People are willing to do anything to seek companionship.
In the face of loneliness, every bit of comfort is like a life-saving straw. Even if you are swimming to death ahead, you must still hold on tightly.
Maybe everyone has a window in their heart that cannot be opened. We try our best to integrate ourselves with the surroundings, but we still feel lonely. We always think that it will get better if someone is with us, but when the other person is not around, we feel even worse. alone.
Maybe everyone is lonely inside. While we long for the understanding of others, we are deeply afraid that others will see into our thoughts. Most people are lonely because they want someone to care, but they don’t want to be disturbed too much. .
People can endure hunger, cold, and even oppression, but the suffering of loneliness is the most unbearable. Loneliness is the fate of human beings. It is based on the fact that each of us is an accident in the world. Existence comes from nothing and will return to nothing. No one or anything can change this fate.
Lonely people are outsiders, and in the process of trying to get out of loneliness and failing, its meaning becomes more profound.
Every lonely person fantasizes that he is different, but the final outcome is similar. They may have different names, but in the end they still gather at the same gathering point.
Everyone is lonely deep down in their soul, so we try to find warmth in the crowd, but in the end, we are left alone, whether we cry or laugh, sad or happy.
Although every road was endless, we still walked on, dragging our broken bodies forward, praying that there would be a big bed at the end, with a warm quilt on the bed that we could curl up in.
The loneliest thing is the unsent love letter tucked in the diary, like a passage that accidentally opens the passage of time; the tenth is that when I open my eyes, it is already dusk, and the cold stars are falling in the distance; the ninth is When the sea is blue, I see whales, when the forest is deep, I see deer, but I don't see that person when he wakes up from his dream; the eighth is that one day I return to the home I have left for many years, only to find that it is just a completely strange world.
The seventh is the noisy sound in a bar in a foreign land, which always repeats itself, but no one remembers it; the sixth is the human-shaped tree on the stage of the drama, the viewers applauded thunderously, but I was dispensable; the fifth is Working hard in a strange city, hesitating among the crowds.
The fourth is the staff that has not been touched for a long time, each line seems to be a testament of childhood; the third is pretending to be mature, pretending to be busy, pretending to be able to survive all the hardships; the second is looking at all the dim lights, but no one is waiting to stop; One is a letter from home on hand, saying to take good care of yourself and don’t hold back crying when you are tired.
"From now on, the half-dragon tribe and the giant dragon tribe share Dragon Island. Any doubters will be torn to pieces by me!"
"From now on, anyone who dares to insult the half-dragon tribe will be regarded as provoking our tribe!"
"From now on, the half-dragon tribe can freely enter and leave the Golden Plains. Anyone who makes things difficult is equivalent to betraying the tribe!"
The pure-blood black dragon Lux said without any doubt. Her voice quickly spread throughout the entire Dragon Island, but no one dared to question it.
As the leader of the new generation of Dragon Island, Lux first quickly quelled the civil strife, and then used such a tyrannical attitude to rewrite the fate of the half-dragon race.
"From now on, the dragon clan will no longer advance or retreat with the pure-blood elves. With the Oath Sea as the boundary, Dragon Island will be closed and all outsiders will not be allowed to enter!"
The voice of Dragon King Lux sounded again, which also announced that the dragon clan was no longer able to control all the forces, and only wanted to develop in a corner.
However, a masted ship is sailing towards the land of shadows. After all, it is essential to offer sacrifices to the other party every year, otherwise disaster will surely come.