Reflection fireworks follow the water flow

One night when I woke up, I suddenly realized that I couldn't remember who I was.Just for a moment, I felt so vague, so sad, and my mind went blank.I think if one day, I really don't know myself, then who will remember me?Does one need to know oneself.Or until later, you will forget yourself one day, so what can you remember?If one day you lose, then the only thing you can do is remember.But memory is the most unreliable thing, will it gradually become blurred and fragile in a certain day, like fragments in a world, blown beyond recognition?Dazed?

Very vague feeling, I always feel that my body is full of overflowing feeling, a strong sense of rejection, I don’t know why this happens, I am full of rejection for everything, so unwilling to touch, unwilling to keep Throwing away things that have been there for a long time is like discarding the past self.I don't know when I was so afraid to know something, afraid to see some facts about the truth, just want to be a very simple person and live a simple life.But sometimes I can't, and I still have to learn a lot of false things while growing up, so that I can protect myself and make myself safe enough.I always do things that I don't like or don't want to touch. Is this called involuntary?This is helpless?Or it's just because I don't have enough strength and courage.

At night, I always feel that people will be very awake, very close to their own lives, and feel that they can open their hearts to see.Suddenly, I felt that I had forgotten many things, like incomplete and chaotic fragments in my memory, I don't know where they were transplanted!Is it in the past, or in the future?Or one day in the present, I lost my original self and gained a strong self. I can gain a good foothold in society and live a stable life, but my life is getting thinner and thinner. .Crying alone in an empty bathroom, I don’t know why the tears flowed out in such a disappointing way, rolling all over my body with heat, soaking my sleeves, falling to the bottom of an unknown valley, and then never Can't find it.

I don't know what else is left in my life?Like a wild horse that has lost its direction to run on the vast prairie, it has no direction to go back.I know that I have gone too far, I can't go back the way I came, and I never thought about going back to the past.Sometimes I think, I don’t know the way ahead, but I can still go on so stubbornly, and I can do something without expectations.Perhaps an exquisite blueprint design is often not as good as it is today.Perhaps the future is engraved in the heart, hope is drawn on paper, and dreams are always released in the sky.

What other people say and do seems to have nothing to do with me.I really think it's okay if it has nothing to do with me!I'm here alone, and nobody bothers me, and I don't bother with anything, and I can do what I like.Spread a piece of warm linen cloth on the table, then find a large and clean glass jar, pour water into it, pick some freshest flowers from the garden, the colors are gorgeous, casually, carelessly put into the jar Plug it in, and then sit down and watch it bloom wantonly, dance gorgeously, and finally fail miserably in the festering youth.

If a flower blooms for a period, when is the most important period in a person's life?Will there be the best time to bloom like this flower?Would it have driven miserably if it missed this season?Will it freeze to death?Will you miss the blooming period?

I don't know if there is a season in human life, what will happen if a person misses the best blooming season?But I know that flowers bloom in seasons.If you miss the season of seeing flowers bloom, will you miss spring?If you can't catch up in spring and watch a flower bloom, then have you never been to spring?Wait for a period of time, hoping to watch a flower bloom before the flowering period fails.

If one day, you miss someone very much, would you want to see her again before losing your life?Still leaning against the gallery, still like a flower?The beauty is not old, the time is not but, it is still the same as before.Once again, once again, to see that flowery face.If this is the case, then walk alone in silence, and after thousands of mountains and rivers, set foot on the way back alone, wanting to go back to the past and meet someone.I want to watch a flower bloom when the flowers fall. There is a time limit for flower blooming, but there is no time limit for missing someone. You don’t know when you will think about her, and you don’t know when she will be. Time to leave your miss.Chasing all the way, running all the way, suddenly turning around, you will suddenly find that the other is your favorite, and the walking for many years is just farther away from love, which makes lovesickness stronger.

Boil lovesickness into wine, and then drink drunk alone in the evening of sunset, the traces of tears will turn into falling flowers, wind, dust, you or her.Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, many days of flower viewing have been missed, how many muddy roads have been traveled, can we see the sun after adversity, is it still the land of peach garden?In order to see a peach blossom in my hometown, I traveled thousands of miles away, just like chasing a grand death, and devoted myself heroically to the flower blooming in the dream you are looking forward to.

The peach blossoms in full bloom are so beautiful!So beautiful!The peach blossom is reflected in the water, where will it flow?Going on a boat, will you see the tomorrow you want?The magnificence after the bright sun, the colorful and charming children will eventually go with the flowing water and become the dust of history that you cannot repeat.Whether it is a country or a beauty, it turns out that it is just dust in a person's heart. When the person leaves, everything will be taken away mercilessly.

I think nothing can be retained!Memories, love, oneself...all will become apotheosis, just like clear smoke passing by, the fireworks are still in a hurry.

Those past youths, memories of those decadent days, those days of tears, those days of scars left in the wind, and those days of unbridled laughter seem to be like a picture that has been frozen.Driving on the empty road, carrying a bag, driving a car, I feel like I am going to fly, I look up and relax the accelerator in my hand, I feel that at this moment, I am the sky, like the blue sky lonely.Breathing the red hot air, I know that I am not far from my dream!

Love, or what is not important anymore!A person is walking, but he doesn't feel that time is rushing, he failed to bloom in the best season, and failed to share this beautiful moment together, maybe it is disappointment, or maybe it is an involuntary loneliness.