Chapter 797 Coming to the battlefield

I can't control the obsession in my heart. I am obsessed with an imaginary love that I can't predict the outcome. It itself represents loss. But if I hadn't suffered these, I can't understand whether I would still go on in such ignorance.

The sky is still as it was yesterday, so low that one cannot see the faces of passers-by. The drizzle of rain is like a pale actor with heavy make-up, who is put on the stage like a clown. What is annihilated by the laughter is the slightly trembling corners of his lips. Hoarse wail.

I just quietly practiced the guitar in the piano room for a day, followed the sad melody, forgot all my feelings, and let my beating five fingers turn into beautiful notes, which made me intoxicated and obsessed over and over again. I thought I had forgotten all , but I don’t know that I am still staying, staying on that day.

Please keep your word and write prose. I won’t come again. What I write is just a piece of cake. That’s because what I write is not for you to read. I don’t need to prove myself to others. I wish you all a Merry Christmas in advance. This is also the last time I publish an article in the Prose Bar. Dear editor friends and friends I know, I hope you are happy.

Let time turn into poetry, even though I can no longer afford failure, I am still willing to try.

When I was a child, I stood quietly under the starry sky, looking at the world with black pupils.

I thought it was the color of the sky, the bright and bright world.

But now, when I open my eyes, I realize that I can no longer find the brightness I had back then.

So I have been searching tirelessly.

Until I lose more happiness

The sky is still dark

As gloomy as death!

I thought that that wonderful encounter would be a lifelong bond. Looking back at the moment, everything has passed by and I was still stupidly guarding the place where we met, but you were already gone. Many people come and go in a hurry. Destined to be just an epiphyllum in each other's eyes, no matter how beautiful it is, it is just a flash. Even if you try very hard to retain someone, it will be in vain in the end. True love does not need to be retained. You are in the other person's heart, and it is an unbeatable flower that blooms in his heart.

Maybe two lives are getting closer, just to conflict and drift apart. Time flies like an arrow, and we can't find it again. We have met so beautifully.

A flower is given to spring, thinking that as long as a relationship persists, it will bloom into a splendid summer flower that lasts forever. We actually forgot that flowers bloom and wither. No matter how hard you have worked for a beautiful period to bloom, in the end you will still be melancholy and wither in the desolate autumn wind. Watching the lonely autumn wind sweep across the fallen leaves from a distance, over and over again, fill the feeling of separation. sad. Where is the spring breeze in life? So, is there as many autumns as there are springs in life?

It's just that in this vast world, everything is beautiful and has its own destiny. Too many emotions, like enchanting flowers, can survive the beauty of spring and summer, but cannot withstand the coldness of autumn and winter. There is no need to hold back too much. The leaves leave, not because the tree does not hold back, and the flowers wither. It is because of the fate of reincarnation. Stones will not rot and sea water will not dry up. I don’t need time to answer, my love has always stayed on the day we met.

No matter how far away you are from me in this life, I don’t want to see you again in the next life. It’s not because I don’t love you, it’s not because I don’t miss you, it’s just because I don’t want to see you leave in the same way. I'm afraid to see your far away back again, I'm afraid that my sad tears will cover my desolate face. Maybe, every time we meet, it is to leave at the next intersection; maybe we leave, because at the next intersection, there is a more beautiful encounter waiting for you, waiting for you to cherish and possess.

Although he is not a ruthless person, he is even more unwilling to hold on to a distant hope and freeze himself into a lonely figure in a deserted city. I always firmly believe that every encounter is beautiful, and every departure is destined. What about some people who strongly try to retain them? If your persistence cannot exchange for his determination, it is better to let go and give each other freedom. There is no need to complain or deliberately forget.

Everyone has their own sky. For a bird bound in a cage, you won't understand the pain in its eyes when it loses its flight; you won't understand the feelings bound to each other's hearts. You won't understand the shackles of the longing to escape. Be strong! In life, there will always be someone who is suitable for you and is on his way to make an appointment with you. As long as you are willing to wait and believe that there is still beauty in the world, then beauty will meet you beautifully.

When we escape the shackles of sadness and shout towards the sunshine, you will find that there are still many beautiful things in life waiting for us to cherish and appreciate. Even if the previous feelings disappear, life will still go on, and your own shadow will still accompany you in the light. Where there is light, you will not feel lonely. Even if the autumn grass has withered, there are still golden chrysanthemums blooming all over the hillside; even if the winter is freezing, there are still plum blossoms blooming enthusiastically on the branches, at least in the cold wind, there are still snowflakes dancing elves to accompany them.

You see, when the autumn wind comes, it blows red maple leaves flying all over the mountains. Each leaf is full of tenderness, and the passionate feelings bloom all over the mountains and valleys, and the world of mortals. When the autumn clouds come, you see the clouds all over the sky. Nidu is jumping in the water, there are clouds in the sky and clouds in the water. Without the shade of green and jagged leaves, the clouds are more beautiful, the sky is bluer, the water is clearer, and the eyes are brighter.

Who said that only when spring is warm and flowers bloom, can it be gentle? Who said that only when summer flowers are bright, can it be charming? In autumn and winter, aren’t there flowers blooming lively?

Life is too short, we really can't wait for too many partings, and there is not much time for us to waste. People who don't care about you can't stay; people who care about you won't leave. Only by cherishing it will make fate more like the long-lasting agarwood of aged wine.

If we can accept the beginning of any beautiful relationship, we must have the courage to accept the painful separation. Life, separation and death are common things for human beings. Everyone has to go through some things, and then learn to take things lightly and learn to mature. Sometimes, I also wish that time could always stay in those beautiful pasts and let time go slower, and then slower. But reality is cruel after all, and many things will not change because of our wishes.

Those passionate and alienated ones slowly glide into the distance of time, and can no longer pursue the brilliance of the past. Looking back at the past, we can only freeze the gorgeous past events into eternal beauty in our hearts. Maybe one day, you will no longer be entangled with those departures, and suddenly your heart will be really open-minded, and you will understand that everything you hope for is just for you to keep temporarily, and will gradually drift away as time goes by. No books.