In the morning light of light rain, you can smell it on the leaves for the first time; the mist falls on the ground, and the wind swirls with the clouds. The inaudible silver threads are looming in the mist, the waxy early sun hangs on the horizon, and the surface of the wrinkled brocade robe is moist and black.
His leather boots were stained with some mud.
Time passed, and Lux crossed the Oath Sea again, but this time her destination was not the Elf Continent, but the Augu Continent. The low sycamore branches rustled in the wind, and the city in the Nightingale Prairie woke up.
Old friends are scattered in various places, and many words describing "change" are whipping the soul. The helpless silence is full of sadness, and the lost trance is filled with complacency. The moment I open the door of the house, I feel tired and overwhelmed.
The white toes are intoxicated between the sour smell and the comfort.
Looking at everything unfamiliar, Lux had no leisurely time to watch. She released a strong aura and finally locked the direction.
Time is like the accumulation of rust, sealing away the beauty and corroding the soul. We always wave our arms with all our strength in ignorance, trying to grasp something, but we are struggling to find the right way. Over time, we naturally develop
The habit of taking things as they come.
In this regard, people with a delicate mind will always recall and recall the little things they have experienced in the past. It seems that the past is beautiful, but the current life is like a dandelion, and people cannot touch its true face.
Once upon a time, I asked myself what constitutes growth, but I never got an answer. All I got was the words "You have changed" from my friends.
In their eyes, it seems that everyone has changed, becoming less kind, less gentle, more capable than before, and more ruthless. But they have never asked why we are like this.
Let alone think about what we have experienced.
When we no longer accommodate others and no longer obey other people's wishes, some people will say that we have changed. This is the reality. It is like we love someone deeply and have sacrificed a lot for them, but the other person does not appreciate it, and even more
Some even take these things for granted.
But if one day we get tired and plan to end this relationship and find someone who really cares about us, the other person will become hysterical and angrily copy the labels "fickle" and "betrayal" into a book, and then make it known to the world.
, thereby disguising themselves as victims.
We all want a person who is mature, steady, and consistent, because when we associate with such a person, we feel at ease and at ease. But the reality is often not satisfactory. What we encounter is either a person with evil intentions or a straightforward person.
Money transactions. Maybe these people were full of longing like us at first, but in the end they chose to compromise with life.
If we can play the role of flowers in the greenhouse, then we don’t need to know how to be independent and strong; if we can always be pampered by others, then we don’t need to worry about gains and losses and turn our attention to spare tire warm guests; if we are used to emotional setbacks,
Then there is no need to stay up all night, tossing and turning.
Many people often show a non-caring attitude, but when they part ways one day, they realize how precious the other person is, but he or she no longer belongs to us.
After that, some people either complained about the changes in the world, or complained about the other party's indifference and unrighteousness. And some people would blame themselves and attribute all this to fate's teasing, a disaster like the jealousy of talents, and Mu Xiu.
Yu Lin's destruction.
But a person's life is unpredictable and full of ups and downs. If you don't change some things, you will never be able to grow. So we have changed and become more stable than before. We no longer trust anyone casually.
I won’t be reluctant to let go of the past.
Those feelings that have been loved or rejected float in the years, slowly weathering and decaying as time goes by, and are finally turned into a ball of powder and disappear.
People who once loved fearlessly are now mostly cautious, because there is so much sadness and loneliness hidden in this huge gap. But even so, only you know all this. The same is wrong, change is wrong.
This is also wrong.
Some people say that distance produces beauty, while others say that distance produces not beauty, but estrangement. The way to eliminate estrangement is not the so-called separation of old age and death, nor can it be easily resolved by staying away. Even if time settles indefinitely, we will still remember
The past we had with each other, even if the army is at the gate, we can still be at ease, that is indifference.
There will always be people or things in life that we cannot forget. Some are happy, some are sad, some are friendly, and some are hateful.
They will always happen to us unexpectedly, unavoidable and unpredictable. Whether it is relatives, friendship, or love even more, if we stop at it and stay in our own world for a long time, the result is destined to be the destruction of the nest.
Egg rupture.
Sometimes people are so strange, they always like to jump out of the righteousness and miss the past years after we have changed.
When they say they have changed, do they care more about their own feelings, the friendship between them, or whether the other person meets their expectations?
When we first entered the society, driven by the impulse of newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, we struggled to achieve high or low levels of work, were vague about love, and muddle along. Every day, we wandered on the crowded streets, looked at all kinds of faces, and gradually forgot
own appearance.
Once upon a time, in order to avoid loneliness, I would hang out in bars and nightclubs, forgetting my troubles in the world of lights and lights; once upon a time, in order to forget the old friends who were far away, I would get drunk, and exchange cups and cups for drinks. But in the dead of night, I would always be alone.
, living a life of glory in front of others, but actually lonely.
Countless struggles in the dark night, countless hesitations under the street lights, and all the constraints wrapped around the body are all stories that others have never heard of, but they really exist.
Those experiences that no one knows about and those past events that have never been discussed have made us who we are today. As we grow older and after years of sifting, we finally understand what we want.
The so-called growth is nothing more than the present perfect tense of responsibility. The tricks of self-esteem have created empty bodies. If a person strips away his growth and forgets his past, he is doomed to be useless.
When we chose different paths in life, we were destined to take our own completely different paths and also destined to have bizarre scenery.
Everyone’s life is the same. There are always some people who say that we have changed, but no one ever asks us what we have experienced. Others’ eyes will only reflect success and smiles, but few people will ask us about the sorrows behind our success.
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At this time, we can only keep smiling and speak less, otherwise we will be called "drifting and forgetting to return" and "flying over the northern branches".
The hustle and bustle of the herd gradually calmed down, the dazzling sunlight dispelled the fog, the even snores were inaudible, and the soft lawn was moist and cold.
Lux's eyebrows jumped from time to time, as if she was recalling the past, and the twisted corners of her quilt changed shapes, as if she had lived an ordinary but hot life.
"Rest in peace, even if you never approved of me."
"Giant Wolf Fennir, you are an upright man, I have no doubt about it."
The new generation of Lord of Dragon Island, the pure-blooded black dragon Lux, stepped into the Whispering Forest Firefly Lake. She was seen staring at the grave of the giant wolf Fennir, and her sadness was palpable.
Foresta finally got furious and beat Lux to the point of death, saying that from now on she could come to pay homage to her father's grave, but she couldn't mention her secret crush on her father again.
However, Lux didn't care at all about being humiliated by the other party. She bowed and kissed the tombstone of the giant wolf Fennir, and then left.