Summer☼☼

About the season, do you like it

直到生命終結的那天


“這個世界上最堅強的人,是孤獨地只靠自己站著的人”。

看到了這句話,一下子就對號入座了自己。心不禁有疼痛浮出,沒人想要拼命去做自己不喜歡的事,身不由己腳步卻已經停不下來。不思變,或許就不會陷入醒來的困惑,安於現狀的人也是一種幸福。骨子裏的倔強孤傲讓自己與快樂絕緣,甚至已經不記得開心的感覺。有人說:你身上看不到正能量,你如何去影響改變別人?compass college 啟示書院從不曾主動與人靠近,就是加人也是欣賞文字,僅此而已。與人交流本就不多,但是我身邊幾個要好的朋友,我沒有帶給她們負面情緒,有事會一直在,鼓勵支持,是我一直在做的。

不喜歡把自己裝的怎麼清高,之乎者也,故意寫字把一些名人的名字詞句,放進自己的文字裏,好像跟人家很熟,是親戚一樣。很簡單,安安靜靜的過每一天,不被找麻煩就會很好。不爭什麼,傷成那樣也沒休息一天,自己知道你的疼必須忍著,喊了也不會有人管。

怕自己會閑下來胡思亂想,已經在控制自己的筆,甚至不敢去合寫一些唯美的愛情文字,怕會傷了某些人。不是個會與人糾纏不清的女人,從來也不會主動靠近誰,孤單成了習慣,默默吞下所有的苦。我有淚,沒有在人前掉過,或許吧,上輩子有了虧欠,這半生都是苦痛浮出。沒有什麼覺得抱怨,釋然了所有也擔當著自己全部的責任。負能量如果是文字的蠱,怕被我影響到的盡可遠離,我不加好友,都是單項添加。路不知道有沒有盡頭,可是不會停滯不前,命運太多顛簸,不需要渡我的船,靈魂站立是可以獨自撐起天。就算很難,生命沒有終結,就不會趴下說再見!

雷聲轟隆、灰色的天空,清醒的可以犯罪。堅強到憔悴,收穫了朵朵疲憊,誰會記得有個女子畏懼黑夜裏的雷?記不得幸福的滋味,堅強背後多少眼淚,若一次淌完可以把萬里長城摧毀。找不到一個溫暖的港灣,可以停靠多年的孤單。找不到一雙眼睛,為我燃燒出灼灼烈焰。記起那年那月,你心疼我的模樣,憐惜在晶瑩中奪眶。文字本是無情,我卻賦予了太多的疼痛。一場花開、只為一陣風來。愛太多無奈,多少等待變成感慨。鑽石能量水 騙局轉身才明白,菩提本無樹,明鏡亦非臺。

俗世的煙火,是一粥一飯的簡單,那些華麗的附著就像雲端的花朵,能看不能摸。“一諾傾城,一諾白頭”。年華似水就在倉促中老去,如果可以乾坤挪移,我想毀掉記憶。七月,我端坐雲端,看著撕裂的空間,沉默無言。歲月荏苒,匆匆滑落指尖,沒有纏綿、只有蒼鷹仰天長嘯,空靈中迴旋。沒有抱怨,心裏眼中只有釋然。“釋然”這個詞很深,是放過自己、放下從前。愛情早就消逝在風裏,我是一只鷹,不可能低下高傲的頭顱,直到生命終結的那天。

下一站是幸福,真愛落何處?一步一祈禱,浮生若夢只是塵緣不曾了。思念瘋長,流淌的孤單冰冷了夏的暖。摘下綠色的藤蔓,繞在指尖,雨蝶見不到晴天。花謝無語,藏匿起來的謎底不會開啟,就像一盤棋,不落子,永遠是懸疑。無路可退,你是誰?風過都會流淚。天真的以為一條路走到黑,才可以睡。不喊累,痛也是一種極致的安慰。一杯酒,百種味!淚在心裏飛,卻笑著說:無畏!陌生到熟悉,再到陌生,多麼可悲!早知當初,那個誰、你靠得近了都覺得是陶醉。不曾改變的是自己,物是人非事事休,不離不棄有幾回!

緣分的天空,廣袤無垠,一絲風也會襲擊眼中的疲憊。孤單的心事,寫在字裏行間,哭累了、自己安慰自己說:不悔。不想堅強,只想紅袖添香,聽蟬吟蛙鳴,寂靜裏歌唱,預約下白月光。理想中的日子,不染俗世紛爭,淡泊一切名利浮華,就做閑雲野鶴,自由自在,守一處采菊東籬,種一池荷香。背上行囊,孤獨的行走是一種灑脫亦是薄涼染了霜,恍惚記得有個人曾為我落淚、想要改變人生方向。

白紙一樣的女子少了韻味,有故事的女人又少了一份簡單。不完美是缺陷、亦是一種質感。其實安靜的就像一窠草,風來便來、雨打就打,活著就不曾趴下。歲月榮枯間,接納著所有紛擾。若現在可以選擇,只想在茶裏度乾坤,一粥一飯間尋一份懂得,此生即無求不會去干預他人的人生軌跡,鑽石能量水 消委會也不想有人在我前行的路上成為絆腳石。

情字若能堪破,我就成了佛,可那樣的人生還有什麼收穫?寂靜裏燃燒,沸騰裏靜止,你不懂,我卻可以!凡事你若去算計,就沒了自然間的演繹。珍惜每一次相遇,下輩子我不會記得你。我的孤單飄進你眼裏,不要疼惜 ,我沒了愛的能力。

我知道也許最慢五年,快了三年、便會安定下來,與一人相伴終老。也許與愛情無關、只是累了,想要一個港灣,在漆黑的夜裏抱緊彼此的孤單,淚、你為我吻幹。沒有諾言,卻不離不棄直到暮年。半畝花田,有一池荷塘碧落,我會種下平凡的種子,收穫淡然的緣。流星劃過的刹那,心就已經死了,雖然努力遮掩,還是破綻百出,孤單如影隨形,那些戴著假面的諂媚不屬於我,若把生命做一種比喻,我是罌粟。紅的耀眼,卻也短暫有毒。你不靠近,你便安然,我的淚不會抵達你的眼。高山仰止巍峨處,人生最大的孤單是縱有萬丈榮光,卻只能一人把風景看遍。我、你不懂,無須品評,無須多言.....
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The scenery along the way

Monring winds waning moon, this go to years, a kind of homesickness, sorrow is broken im, just the eyebrows, but in my heart. Home, where you are.

Before every zha to hometown

Remember that is a fall, and for the first time I went to my hometown; Walked along the country road, the red brick walls, green tiles, golden wheat, sweet osmanthus, it is this side of water and soil along the everlasting scenery in this season. My father's mother's sister's home the yard has a sweet osmanthus tree, Dream beauty pro is the only surviving endured several severe winters, osmanthus flower small, soft, golden yellow, is very pleasing, as long as open a window, osmanthus fragrance is to fill in house, full chamber is fragrant, coma were smoked. The village land one tall French phoenix tree, a gust of wind blowing, you listen to "salad salad", it is autumn in even crooned, it told me the busy farming season.

A gust of wind blew the golden wheat

My house is a few acres of land, until the wheat is ripe, uncle, father's mother's sister is going to harvest a promising, at that time they catch the wheat field, is one half a day can mow three or four acres of; Night about the need to MaiKe is very hard, is to my home is small, morning is completed, finished eat, but old people said can't owe MaiKe life, we are a big treat them, my uncle but to sing Beijing Opera head, while MaiKe when having a meal, light on a throat, MaiKe happy, our heart is steadfast. Farmers but weather, drying, dyeing, Yang mic, storehouse, the same five days, see the valley on the field of the buttress is playing high, they are happy with a smile. After all it is a year of hard.

Hometown held me a pure heart, teach me how to embrace all things between heaven and earth, taught me the word of "all rivers run into sea, slide the desire". Until I leave, I smile and be happy happy home said to me: "I'll come again." But I didn't think, this is home and I don't.

After which I have never been to my hometown, until my grandpa passed away...

I sat in the car, drove in 205 national highway, with filthy family relatively silent. This April pollen and span man skin care, the earth with the gloomy, makes the motorcycle road, dumb wheat along highways, and between the clouds in fine threads everything such as sunshine, Dream beauty pro look the same as the background of the monk's "scream". This is my hometown? I want to.

Reunion is silent

Waiting sailed to SanCha Village, unexpectedly saw a row with dilapidated bungalow at the edge of the road, I asked my dad: this is my hometown, his answer is that the answer let me hard to own, no, than in the past let's shake my body and mind. My hometown, where you are. Along the path in the village, building a grey one, garbage bags, fester, greening has vanished, only look at the tree in the village of French platanus acerifolia leads me to believe that I went to my hometown. Across the field to the house of my father's mother's sister, my father's mother's sister change then fields into the building, my grandma said a conversation with her, but it wasn't long before was watching TV, after saying nothing, I'm watching, feeling a little less glorious, their eyes was missing a little spiritual...

But they and I recall childhood, they remember what is complete, than I am this also let me find some comfort, home can only exist in my mind forever, nu skin hong kong it is like the other shore flower, desolate and boundless earth cannot coexist; In the road that I couldn't see past the scenery, but I have a bearing precious memories in mind.

In life there are countless scenery on the way, the scenery is beautiful, but you "and line and treasure", because at the moment of the scenery, is the most beautiful...
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