Gossip

If rumors are endless throughout your life, I am willing to be the one who is slandered and slandered, and everything happens with you in light or darkness. Many times, people cannot see each other. When we walk in the rain, we will inevitably get wet if we don't use an umbrella. It's such a simple truth. But I would rather be washed by the rain. I have always been indifferent, not in terms of my temperament, but in terms of my vision and mind. At that time, I wrote this paragraph: Li Juanrong stayed behind closed doors all day long, exchanging cold and heat, just to carve a seal. Sometimes he clutched the piece of jade and said dullly that he couldn't control the strength, so he never dared to do it. One strike of the knife might break a good piece of jade. I was a little afraid that I would make a mistake, waste my time, waste my youth, and finally waste my whole life, only to realize that I had gone too far and was no longer in the gap where I hesitated at the beginning. Just like the moment when I first stood in front of you without a trace of dust or color. Maybe I am lax or weak. I don't want to pay too much attention to the world. This is my heart disease and hidden danger. I see people reading, traveling, and talking about anything meaningful, symbolic, and imaginative, but they can't get involved in it. I don't know how to take the initiative to contact and guide that information to myself, trying to improve and complete another me. Is there such a me, hidden in my heart, lurking in the vast years to come? Will we be able to meet? I've always been fascinated by subtle, unresolved things and emotions. For example, if you chat with a friend with whom you have a good rapport for ten minutes, you will vaguely reveal some unwillingness and grievances. For example, write a letter of a few hundred words and send it out cautiously, just to reflect on a certain scene in the future. I always thought that a grain of sand could reveal the entire desert, and that a drop of water was no different from the ocean. When I was practicing calligraphy, I copied a short verse by Su Shi several times, but I still couldn't understand the true meaning. When learning to write lyrics, Ping Ping never memorized them by heart. Everything is slow and silent, as if it is dispensable, and life seems to stop here. This pause and silence is my posture. Because I often keep my head silent, I can only listen to my own heartbeat. Perhaps this is the purpose of writing rumors. When the writing is completed, this heartbeat will never grow old.