Reflection fireworks follow the water flow

I am Qiao Sen. I live a fresh and free life alone. I read a novel casually and sit on the window sill basking in the sun. The days seem to have passed for a long time. ?Don't know what was and what will be in the future?This is what it is at this moment, another self.

The vines on the wall are emerald green and strong, so stubbornly surviving, everything seems to be fine.I also yearn for such a thriving life, not decadent, not indifferent, just staying in a certain place so clean and comfortable, and then clearing my past to zero like every time, but this time it may have taken a long time , has been wandering and deserted for a long time, and I don’t know what I used to be doing?There are aftertaste and reluctance, but we still have to be so desperate to forget!

Youth is as thin as paper, but youth is the morning dew.Come and go in a hurry, so fragile.The flowers are still blooming, but there is already a smell of decline, the past of youth that cannot be retained, still melancholy and helpless, but I have to learn to let go.I have forgotten the past, whether it is prosperous or silent, and I am a brand new self, living without burdening any past, living without blindly chasing the unknown tomorrow, this is what I am at this moment, such a state of life.I don't want to remember too much, I am willing to experience all the tastes of life thoroughly, and then forget it, start a new one from the next second, and no longer remember what used to be.It's gone with the past, it's not in my life.

I used to be very happy, thinking that I will have a confidant in my life, and I have traveled all over the world, but it turns out that I am the only one.I really like Faye Wong’s sympathetic song, although in the end it’s me, even though I’ve traveled thousands of miles and seen flowers, flowers and willows together, after sunset, I’m still alone!Even if you have seen the sky full of stars together, even if you have laughed foolishly together, two people cannot become one after all, so why bother to be so confused?We live separately, no one is who we are, we just thought it was love for each other, it turned out to be a flash in the pan, and we will become strangers in the end, no matter how we redeem it, no matter how reluctant we are, we can't change anything!

The past is like flowers, and the past is prosperous.In a messy mood, I lost a few ambiguous feelings of being out of my mind, and finally swept the ground and panicked, piled up into an empty city, and set aside one after another, leaving a kind of melancholy and desolation in the end.

Traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers is still a journey alone in the end, and you can only let go after seeing a good scene, even if your confidant finally becomes yourself.It doesn't matter melancholy, it doesn't matter loss, it doesn't matter gain or loss.What you see and what you cannot see will eventually disappear. Even if you are the love in my heart, you still have to leave. There are no traces, and there is no need to stay.Maybe the beginning is like this, and the end is like this, there is no difference, the only difference is a human heart.

I have lost my youth, lost my regrets, lost my life, and finally I am myself.

Life is like fog and dew, and the origin and extinction are still at ease.Even though it is prosperous in every way, it is still empty.Loneliness is actually a kind of leisure, and relief is actually tantamount to letting go.

I like the prayer flags in Tibet, I like the singing of Dali Buddhist scriptures, and I like the feeling of being born in a moment and dying in a moment.

The high-pitched snow-covered plateau, the white glaciers, the white romance, and the reputation of Tibetan Buddhist relics.Different places have experienced different Buddhist beliefs. In the quiet country, among the heroic mountains and rivers, on the steep cliffs, and in the deep streams, you can see the prayer flags hanging by the Tibetans everywhere. The wind and rain do not change, and the display It has a dilapidated appearance, with the thickness of the wind and dust, and after the washing of the snowy area, it has become more simple and peaceful.

The scriptures above have clear veins, after all, do you know if there is a Buddha in this world?But I like an attitude of faith. If there is no faith in life, life may be more painful. Even if the faith is hypocritical, smart people will still pursue it, pursue a state of faith, so that they can get a stable life.For example, some people believe in Buddha, some believe in Jesus, some believe in themselves, some believe in life, some believe in career, and some believe in love. If one day, all beliefs disappear, will it become a terrible thing?I dare not imagine that once the attachment and belief are poured out and disintegrated overnight, and everything in the past will be denied in the end, and everything in the future will also be denied. It turns out that many things just happened in an instant.

A moment of pride, a moment of frustration.Birth and death in an instant, sickness and old age in an instant.Love and hate for a moment, and strangers for a moment.Desolate, so far away that people are frightened, so infinitely spread, so far away with no return.

If there is no faith in this life, it will be a terrible thing. Even a meaningless pursuit is a kind of spiritual support.Although I don't believe in Buddhism, I am very interested in Tibetan Buddhism, because those Tibetans who are more persistent in their beliefs than anyone else have created a beautiful landscape for Tibetan Buddhism.

At the foot of the white snow-capped mountains, white romance may also be the most romantic belief in my heart.Even if we have never known it, we still believe in it unswervingly. Even if we have never seen the appearance of reincarnation, we still believe in the legend of fate. We will be born together, we will perish together, and we will see the past of life.You may not be Xu Xian, you may not pass the broken bridge with that oil umbrella on a rainy day, and you may not be the one you meet that day. The beauty once lost by the West Lake melts in the misty rain with the breeze and willows In the days, you are the white romance in the last piece of memory in my heart, like a belief, I can no longer believe in it, but I have to believe in the romantic legend, can it be born for you?die for you?It was an apotheosis thousands of years ago. If there is a destiny, why should we meet each other in the vast sea of ​​people in this life?