I dance in the wind to the rhythm of sorrow, a moving melody ringing in my ears, so beautiful it makes me forget everything.
The piano is a melancholy instrument, playing a mournful tune. The organ is the same, its music piercing my heart. I look back on the past. In this lost world, all that was beautiful belonged to a fairy tale.
A friendly reminder: This is a personal essay about some of Luoluo's most heartfelt thoughts. If that's not your thing, please don't read it. Also, it's written in the form of diary entries, and could be called my diary; it contains things from deep within me. So please don't criticize it or leave low ratings. Thank you for understanding!
Someone once said that words are lonely. For me, writing is just a way to vent, entertain myself and others, and dance with words. It is gratifying to have people cheering for me, but there is no need to lament when no one cheers. Because I like the writing of Nankang, I came here by chance. I was also a descendant of Jinjiang. He has passed away, but the story is still there. Some people still miss him and some pay tribute. This is the charm of writing. So, by all means, if you like it, keep writing. Author's reply: Hmm, I will continue to write, I just want to write out the story in my mind.
I don't know if there is an afterlife, and I don't know if there is time. No matter what, if you can, please let such a soul get some comfort. Love doesn't know where it started, but it goes deep and deep. It's love, and there's nothing wrong with it, right? The author's reply: Yes, there is nothing wrong with love.
2.14 It's not a good mood to write about such a day on such a day. On such a day, you should hold hands with the one you love and walk in the sunshine. Author's reply: Actually, I didn't write it on 2.14, But I suddenly thought of posting it that day and wiped my sweat~ = =|||
Accidentally, I found this article. I also like this. A person's narration is just like a confession. We always strive to be ourselves and live according to our own wishes. However, as everyone knows, This world no longer allows us to be passionate and sexual. The pride within won't let us compromise. There is no choice. I said to myself, I am the toughest woman. Author's reply: Uh-huh
Haha, yes, maybe I'm just easily sad When did it start? I don't know, I just know that whenever I think of something There is always a kind of despair that follows you everywhere I just keep telling myself that I am very happy But I always feel desperate and want to cry. The author replies: It can only be said that we are all sentimental people, so it is easy to be sentimental when we touch the pen. It is often easy to think of something at that time, maybe it is the beauty of the past, or the throbbing that we have had. Telling myself that I am happy is a kind of comfort, but it is also self-deception. So if possible, I hope you can be truly happy. Come on! In this world, everyone is qualified for happiness.
Haha, it's very well written and very realistic. Actually, I feel this way sometimes I feel very tired But don't know why It seems that there are many people who have a much harder life than me. Am I too decadent like this? The author replied: I don't know why, every time I write in my diary, I feel particularly sentimental, and the words I write have a sense of sadness, but in reality, I am not so pessimistic. Maybe we are the same kind of people, not decadent, just sentimental easily.
Love is not guaranteed, but you should find something that can make you happy and live a happy life! Author's reply: Smiling, I suddenly didn't know how to reply, so I could only laugh...
Isn't your dream to find a man to marry you after graduation? At that time, you can find a good comfort. But I still insist on celibacy, haha! Author's reply:
If you want to listen to the story of the Little Prince, I can tell you that I have read the first half and the ending. Hahaha! Author's reply: OK
Someone, you treat this as a blog! I actually started writing a mood diary. Author's reply: Yes, because I feel that this is an essay that I can keep writing as long as I am in the mood, so I sent it here as a story that will never be finished!