Xiaohan's red and falling swallows are heavy

After the rain, a rainbow hangs leisurely in the sky.The sun shines through the gaps in the clouds, and the seven-color beams penetrate the sky and pour into the tranquil lake. This may be the bridge to heaven.How much I want to fall into the mortal womb, climb along the colorful bridge, and enjoy the joy of soaring.

Walking on the tree-lined road again, looking at the small puddles, there is a sense of coolness, and one or two cicadas and frogs are in harmony.The familiar fragrance of wild flowers and the friendly array of bees and butterflies reminded me of the waiting on this small road last year. Luohong missed the appointment unexpectedly, which caused a lot of harm to Chong.A year has passed in a blink of an eye, but thinking about it now, there is still a bit of pain in my heart.

Today, there are still fantasies and expectations.These are nothing to the heavy burning chest, it seems a bit illusory.Looking at the fishing boats in the middle of the lake, I was silent there, and I couldn't help but think of Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring":

The fragrant flowers in the wind and dust are exhausted, and I comb my hair day and night.Things are people and nothing is done. If you want to talk, tears will flow first.

It is said that Sungai Spring is still good, and I plan to go boating.I'm afraid that Shuangxi can't carry a lot of worry.

The heavy melancholy is already inextricably linked, so heavy that I couldn't breathe for a while, so I turned and went home.

In this hot summer, it is inevitable to feel anxious.Busy work makes people physically and mentally exhausted, and the pressure of life makes people suffocated.Every night I no longer have sweet dreams, I always wake up crying.The demon in the dream had a ferocious face, with green fangs, a long red tongue, and a terrifying face.

It is difficult to be a human being, it is even more difficult to be a perfect human being, and it is even more difficult to be a perfect human being with popularity.Carrying a heavy burden every day, crawling in the vast crowd.What I heard was no appreciation, only cynicism.Always think about what is the purpose of life?Wouldn't it be too tiring if it was for the so-called material and honor?Wouldn't it be stupid if it was for the recognition of others?Why live in someone else's world, in someone else's eyes?Why not live your best life?

I don't know when people learn to be strong, and I don't know what is after being strong?When your lover is gone, you will learn to be strong; if your friends are gone, you will learn to save yourself; if your relatives are gone, you will learn to mourn;The dark reality in life brightens our eyes; the cruel injustice in competition makes our spirit tough.Perhaps a real hero must go through pain and suffering.

Walking alone in the vast crowd, I am as small as a mustard.A drifting heart is like a leaf of duckweed, floating erratically and not knowing where to go.Life is in constant motion. Drifting means going through wind and rain, experiencing the ups and downs of life, and finally at the end of life, it turns into a wisp of green smoke, embraces the blue sky; turns into a pile of loess, and returns to nature.

Life is like wine, savor slowly......

As soon as I entered the door and hadn't sat down yet, the phone rang.Looking at the caller ID again, it was an unfamiliar number from the urban area.I didn't want to answer, but I thought what if it was a classmate!

As soon as Chong answered the phone, he heard a man crying inside, and his heart was in his throat for a moment.Immediately, I heard the phone saying: "Heavy, you said I am really miserable, why am I so unlucky?"

Only then did Zhong come to his senses, it turned out to be Xia, why did he go to the city?Zhong asked suspiciously, "What did you do in the city?"

Xia Dao: "It's a long story. Originally, I was also at home and had nothing to do. I watched TV and read books every day. Who knew that my mother said that I was idle all day long and didn't find anything to do. She also said how difficult it is at home... ???? So I said angrily: "Okay, okay, I'm going out to work now, and I won't be an idler anymore. If you can't see me, I will be clean." beat me with a broom and tell me to get out of the house and never come back.”

Re-interrupted: "I said, brother, you are running away from home! Is this so? You are overthinking. Be calm and calm, and my aunt has no malicious intentions. You are impulsive, and my aunt said cruel words and moved hand."

Xia Qiang said: "Come on! It's just that I don't like it!"

Although Zhong is one year younger than Xia, he is prudent, so whenever Xia has something on his mind, he always talks to Zhong.For a while, he didn't know how to solve his problem.

So he said: "Don't get excited, I have pity on the parents of the world. Can you live without your parents? Can your parents lose you? You have been out for a few days, and your parents must be very worried."

Xia Dao: "I've been out for two days and two nights, and I didn't bring much money. I met a thief again, and now I'm penniless. Now I'm 'a tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by a dog'. What do you think I can do?"

He said again: "Then look around and see what you can do? Being able to earn income, even if it's a little less, will solve your urgent needs after all!"

Xia Dao: "I almost ran all over the city, but nothing came of it."

He said: "Then you go to the station and have a look."

Xia Dao: "I have been squatting under the overpass for two nights. It rained heavily that day, and there were lightning and thunder. I felt that I was very miserable, like duckweed in the water, drifting around. The mountains and rivers were broken and the wind was blowing, and my life was ups and downs. Ping, why do you think there are so many unsatisfactory things in life?"

He said again: "Everyone is like this, so why do you bother? It's better to solve it as soon as possible. I'm hungry, and there's no point in saying anything. Otherwise, I'll send you some money, okay?"

Xia Dao: "That's not necessary, I'm just complaining to you, let's do your work!"

He said again: "Call me if you find a job! If it doesn't work, I'll send you money!"

Xia said excitedly: "You are the most interesting of our brothers, don't worry!"

Xia hung up the phone, thinking about his little incident again, not thinking about doing anything for a while.Turn on the tape recorder casually, and only listen to Adu's "Tearing the Night" playing in it:

"I tore a page from my dream

I don't know how to write tomorrow

Who is the cold street and the cold lamp shining on?

a night of rain

how to give your tenderness

The cold wind blows non-stop

那个 人 在 天桥 下

留下 等待 工作 电话 号码

I want to ask him how many people call him

随手 放开 电话 上

那 本 指引 迷途 的 密码

My future is still unanswered

old phone with a page torn

who is my friend left

A cold heart, a cold dream is choking

Two people tore up the night

No matter how tight you hug me, you can't sleep

Cold you cold tears wet the night

I tore a page from my dream

I don't know how to write tomorrow

Who is the cold street and the cold lamp shining on?

a night of rain

how to give your tenderness

The cold wind blows non-stop

那个 人 在 天桥 下

留下 等待 工作 电话 号码

I want to ask him how many people call him

随手 放开 电话 上

那 本 指引 迷途 的 密码

My future is still unanswered

那个 人 在 天桥 下

留下 等待 工作 电话 号码

I want to ask him how many people call him

随手 放开 电话 上

那 本 指引 迷途 的 密码

My future is still unanswered

old phone with a page torn

who is my friend left

A cold heart, a cold dream is choking

Two people tore up the night

No matter how tight you hug me, you can't sleep

Cold you cold tears wet the night

Cold your cold tears wet the night..."

Zhong listened, fascinated, heartbroken, with tears in the corners of his eyes.Open the lyrics book, read it over and over again, and listen to it again and again.Like a lost person, he suddenly found his way.After a while, Chong was able to hum repeatedly.

Xia Zai is wandering because of work, but mainly because of love.

Let the cold rain wet the back, let the sweat, tears and rain mix together, resulting in the same bitterness.

Provoking the ridicule of others, I still wandered with my dignity.Zhong stared blankly into the distance, wisps of mist were colorful under the reflection of the rays of the sun.Looking at the beautiful sea city, I am fascinated by it, but sometimes it is so inseparable and untouchable.

Every time I go to the station, I can see a long-haired young man holding a guitar, especially the vicissitudes and deep melody, with a touch of sadness.I couldn't help but stop and listen, it was the trembling of my heart, the whisper of life, and it turned into a beautiful chord.

Passers-by threw coins one after another into the jar in front of the young man. The beautiful arc was cast precisely, and it didn't feel the warmth of love, but it seemed like cold blasphemy.What young people pursue is the exile of sex and soul. When a person is here, his heart has reached the Antarctic glacier, or to the sky.Or a harmonious heaven or a dark hell.That is not self-harm, but a fulfillment.A lot of clothes and less food, not mediocre, just indifferently interpreting the lonely personality in the corner.An independent planet, flying recklessly, even if it is smashed to pieces, must exaggerate the uniqueness of existence...

Looking at it, I feel like I have turned into a stone sculpture, just quietly enjoying the sounds of nature and savoring the strange past.

Hurrying footsteps, inaction, busyness, tense mind, restrained barriers... re-experiencing the scarred panic, wasting the years like this, isn't it a moving zombie, ugly existence, it is better to die with personality.It is better to burn in the raging fire than to perish in confusion; it is better to die passionately than to exist in mediocrity.

Life is searching, disappointment, disappointment again, search again, until you have it.Even if it's scarred, even if it's incomplete.The journey of searching will definitely have a brilliant end.Peerless treasures, how could they be encountered by chance on the side of the road? They are all hidden in the deep mountains and old forests. If you want to own them, you must go through countless fork roads, cross the dangers and dangers, and cut through the thorns.

Flyover waiting, there is no way out...

In the dream, I heard the sound of the sea, surging, and occasionally a beluga whale jumped out of the water.

There are pleasant singing voices on the coast, stroking my heartstrings, and I suddenly feel that I am as light as a cloud, walking through the air.

The beautiful merman stroked his long hair lightly and sang to the waves.

The fluttering notes dance with me.

There is a fragrance, mysterious and intoxicating, the fragrance of a beauty.

Purer than orchid, stronger than peony.

Holding your slender hand, wandering in the sea, wandering in the air.

free happy happy

We don't use words to communicate, just a kind of tacit understanding of the two as one, the magic of heart-to-heart bond.

There is a kind whisper in the ear, and the soft hair is passing by, like smoke, wind, and water.

Pillow in your arms, sleep quietly, feel your smooth skin, warm body temperature, and gentle pulsation.

The Luoshen in my dream is flying, spreading the rain of love, appearing and disappearing, unpredictable.

Slowly in the heaven of your love, melting, evaporating, rising.

Unspeakably intoxicated...