through those heavy years

The long-awaited world suddenly became quiet, really quiet, and the quiet was extremely terrifying.It is only now discovered that hell exists in every corner of the world.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know if time is turning.The pain never parted for a moment, and the most bloody wound was still bleeding.

Zuo Wanyu said, I can only hear her voice, "I don't know what is the relationship between you and Xiaowen, because you have never told me. I don't know how much you have been hurt and wounded in your heart." I've shed so much blood, I realize I don't know you at all. Forgive me for not knowing how to comfort you, because at this moment my heart is also hurt and in pain.

"I have to leave you. Because I understand. Before you show your true colors, you should be sure. Which man doesn't mind, unless he doesn't love. So I'm sorry, you know me, I can't bear a man I left without saying goodbye, so I can only take the initiative to choose to leave. You don’t have to be responsible for the child, I will kill it. In the future, there will be no contact between us. Maybe we are not in the same world. We should return to the origin early and become each other. Strangers I've known!"

From the blurry figure in the darkness, Zuo Wanyu left without looking back.As if in an instant, everyone left.I was left alone, wandering helplessly in the lonely and cold world.I know that you are all going to leave me.

This is a vibrant spring, and the drizzle outside the window is gloomy and low.My heart swelled and couldn't beat normally.The pink cherry blossoms are gradually withering, and the old wall that stands firm is slowly crumbling.The provocative emotions fester little by little, and the ocean of life dries up indifferently.Hiding in this dark night, the life of the floating life is gone with the wind, watching quietly, time flies and never comes again.Hiding and hiding, I can't see the spring, and the dead wood doesn't sprout.

There is no trace of the past years of warmth, and my heart is in heavy pain.Lost and pitiful like an orphan, the cold current mourns silently and the body drifts away like a ghost.Wrong, always wrong.The lonely silence is actually a captive who has lost a battle, and his spirit is torn apart; an indifferent life is like a weed that has been uprooted, and his will is up and down; even if the vast world is presented in front of him without reservation, his heart is shackled, I can't be free no matter what.The light is no longer visible, and the road is still spreading endlessly.The pain was so heavy that it forced tears to blur my vision.It was cold, and there was no warm place to go.

A cup of pale natural water was placed on the chest to warm it up.The helpless heart is also icy cold, too cold to reach out to touch, the water emits a silvery light, and the indifferent surroundings are as bleak as winter.

Such a painful mood, like tens of thousands of ants biting arrogantly; I can't bear to look back, and my tender intestines are full of sighs.Once upon a time, I thought that if I escaped the college entrance examination, my life would be different, and I could get a kind of balance in my heart.Go to a strange city, let the strange air shake the infiltrating atmosphere, but also accept it, and start to explore the future.I know that the road of life is not smooth, there are always sharp knives hidden in the years, just waiting in the long river of time, waiting for an opportunity to make you bloody.But it doesn't matter, because the blood is full of passion and the mind is full of reckless outlook on life.Don't care how sinister the world is, how sad people mock me.

However, after removing all the pretense, one finally has to face the bone-piercing reality.Watching the people close to me go away with scars, but my body can only be in the rented house, in a dead corner, so that spring cannot be seen, and everything is avoided and buried.

I don't know how long it has been buried.A mildew and putrid smell, showing the dead air.Grief has been intertwined, and no matter how numb it is, it can't stop the pain that surges to my heart day and night.Inside is darker, more vulnerable, and now falling apart.

Yes, all the courage collapsed into scum all over the ground in front of reality, and life became a ghost that cannot see the light.

Well, wrong wrong, everything is my own fault!I don't want to rot and hide, and I don't want to live with my own hell on my back.Once scarred, I can't wait for the long time to meet the scarring of the wound.Flowers will wither not because of the ruthlessness of time, but because they are tired, and they have to leave on their own; water can evaporate because of the cruelty of flames, because they are tired, and they have to fly to a freer high altitude.My existence cannot continue to cause harm, even if it does not end, the will will kill.This life is a tea flower that blooms in the wrong season, and fades away in sinking.Why don't you just wave your hands and pass by, be heroic, end this permanent mistake, and die where you are.

This is the 34th floor, and the whole person stands at the highest point like a walking dead, looking up at the sky.

With a wry smile, after many days and hours, the body in the darkness finally saw the light again.But it's not bright in the true sense of the word.The bold and unrestrained vision, without the cover of tall buildings, becomes precious; the refreshing and gentle breeze, without the smell of rancidity, makes people reluctant to leave.However, all of these things always exist, but they always exist at the wrong time.The pain of being hurt covers up my heart.In my current situation, I can only shed humble tears.Till now the drying up of tears is a sign of dying.Liberation, I want to achieve a kind of liberation by death.

At some point, a woman who seemed to be the same age also set foot on this tall building.She stood tens of meters away from me, wearing a red dress, with a slim and healthy figure.A gust of cool wind blew away her hair, and there was no trace of sadness on the side.It's just that the bridge of the nose and the expression of looking out reveal a deep blankness.

The sky is gloomy, and so is my heart.It's none of my business.I am a dying person, if I take a step forward, there will be a constant flow of traffic below.I would be smashed to pieces and then crushed to dust by traffic.I've always been determined in what I do, haven't I!However, you don't know that when people face death, their minds are not chaotic.Only at one turn, many pictures come to mind one by one, you can't see clearly, but you will be reluctant.I faintly saw the care and love of grandma, Luo Feng's sunny smiling face, the sweet innocence of the baby in his dream, Teacher Zhou, and those who loved me, how warm and happy they are Ah, let my cold body tremble uncontrollably, and slowly shed tears.

My only family member who feeds my body.However, I did not learn of her death until five years later.Why did no one tell me why they tortured me so cruelly and felt the heart-piercing pain.I called the prison guard and asked him frantically.But there was silence on the other end of the phone, just like my silence all the time.Silence really brings more fear than death.

On the other end of the phone, a great love was gently told.On a soft night, the sky is full of stars, your grandma, thinking of her grandson, quietly passed away.When she died, how she wished to see her grandson!

She said my grandson, grandma has always been proud of having such a grandson.It doesn't matter if you run away from home willfully, or you break the law and go to jail.You will always be a good grandson of grandma who is obedient and sensible, and will always be the dearest and dearest baby in grandma's heart.The money sent by her grandson every month, she hid in his favorite hiding place when he was a child.The money her grandson gave her, she said she had to keep it for her grandson to marry a wife.She said that her grandson is smart, hardworking and capable, and sooner or later, those who look down on her grandson will look up.Her grandson, she said, grandma no longer asks him to study hard, she only hopes that he can come back and let grandma meet him!

I thought my eyes were dry, but in an instant, they were like a flood on a dam.I am a humble person who can be cast aside by everyone in the world, but at the humble end, I still hold the sustenance and concern of my relatives, as well as the magnificent tolerance and love.I slumped and sat on the ground with my body in my arms and buried my head in tears. The sound of crying resounded in the cloudy sky and shook the whole city.No one knew that the oldest cry at this time did not come from a man's most emotional, but from a man's incompetence and remorse.

My crying alarmed the woman who had been standing not far away, her face covered with ashes.She walked towards me slowly and patted my back.

"Cry, cry, being able to cry is happiness."

She told me her story, she said: "It is hard to avoid heartbreak in this world. You think you will be blinded by pain and regret forever, but feel the piercing, heart-piercing, torture that is worse than death. In fact, the big things are not as scary as you think. When the angel passes by your side, the eyes shine brightly. Life and hope are always ahead. We are just tired, and we come to the tall building to blow the wind. When the wind blows Tired atrium, time washes away accumulated sorrows, those past scars are the most precious things that life gives you. Let us do what we have always wanted to do, no matter whether it is late or not, no matter whether it is right or wrong, as long as our life is still alive exist!"

I was assaulted physically and mentally by shame.They are my angels, I don't cherish them well.Now that the angels have all gone back one by one, they must have left me with too many expectations.How dare I let them down.I stood up on the 34th floor, ran downstairs desperately, and ran away.

Stumbling and running, just like I have stumbled and walked for half my life.It's been a long time since I felt this kind of crowded time, galloping like driving the wind, running hard towards a goal.Although, the person on the other side has gone away, only the flying flowers and drizzle are drifting, and only the remaining memories are faintly visible.

Half a dream, half a tear.The train blares all the way, and the original desire is rekindled.I'm stupid, like a poor worm with a ghost covering my eyes.My grandma, that great love, is no more.Only then did I suddenly wake up and realize that there are too many mistakes and regrets in my life.Often you can do better, but always mess up!Confession, confession.Too much sorrow is always attributed to praying to the gods, and it is all in vain.