For a while, I felt as though the world stretched on endlessly, and I was drifting through it in a daze, leaving not a single word behind. Lately, my memories have been fading. I've lost my diary several times while moving, and the things I once treasured have slowly lost their meaning. I've forgotten what I wrote, how I felt back then, and what I used to do. So I'm writing some things down and tidying up a few old pieces, here and there, however I feel like it. Nothing more than leaving a trace.
Theme: Miscellaneous thoughts
Thinking of Zhong Zhong Zhong Asking for everything Knowingly leaving a section blank That's the best I want to draw the whole screen I can't even insert a needle. Always afraid of regrets It's a pity that things have happened one after another Looking for a life that will be full but not yet full Get a long-lasting one What a blessing
Why bother Phoenix attracts hundreds of birds Why bother Jinxia is romantic Why bother High-minded and ambitious There should only be dusk smoke from kitchen Called softly from the hall
How about changing the character "jiao" to the character "zao"? What a lie! Night of the 9th Sit and read Feeling uneasy Inexplicably, there are the following sentences: Those who waste their lives will die Following the past is like a dream Huang Liang Meng's Difficulty for a Hundred Years Everything is like the breeze passing by without leaving a trace
It's snowing again in Junshan Penglai Hall at the top of Junshan Mountain, All the immortals outside Penglai Hall are envious. Shili Gallery is still not exhausted, Looking down, I can see the cloud waves beating against the green shore. On the way, the sky got darker, and I felt like it was snowing. My steps became hurried, and before I could even get into the house, I was already snowing... Turning on the computer, sure enough, it was snowing in Laojun Mountain too, even bigger... The last time it snowed, it happened to be in Junshan. This time, I'm afraid I won't be able to see Fangyan again, which is a little regretful. I really wanted to write something longer, but I really didn't have the writing skills and didn't want to bother with it, so I scrawled it into four sentences at a time. I really thought I should show it to you... I don't understand the rhyme…but I find it easy to speak…
There is no self for others God and man have no merit The nameless saint
You are walking on the top of the mountain and I am at the foot of the mountain More clouds You are walking on the top of the mountain and I am at the foot of the mountain Unlayered clouds good luck
A lifetime of solitary beauty admiring it alone, Wandering on the cross streets at night. Someday you will be able to fulfill your ambition, Why not be a book writer for a long time? After dinner, I went out for a long walk. I took out my phone and browsed through it casually and came across this song. Skillful and harmonious, just hiding the head...
This is because good dreams are the easiest to wake up from. Cars are flowing like water, horses are like dragons, lights are feasting, people are drunk, and in the loneliness after the excitement, what you see is true knowledge... If you are afraid of being lonely, you will be less lively. It's more difficult... Just like a delicious woman, when buying clothes, she always feels that her figure is not slim enough and thinks about losing weight. But when she sits at the dinner table, she has already forgotten the worries of buying clothes... I am afraid of being lonely, so I want to join in the fun, but I don't know that after the fun, I will become even more lonely... The color of the tiles in the dream is pale. Is it because I have been wandering on Liulong Street for too long?
People's problems begin with literacy. Human nature has been artificially led away from the original path since the time when we were taught and urchins were enlightened. There is nothing that can be done about this. After all, we live in the human way, blindly follow the way of heaven, and let nature take its course. I'm afraid birds and beasts are going to run rampant in the world... Everyone likes a character like Ying Ning, but in the end, they inevitably have to soak in a dye vat to turn the white into red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple... Last time you said, watch the snow in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Don't forget Zhouzi and his ilk, gossip is the most irritating to people's minds...
Things are different and people are not the same... I am also afraid that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will have many sorrows... A heavy boat of sorrow is hard to carry... People are like boats, how many sorrows can they carry? Like He Sanchou, there are fragrant grasses, flying catkins all over the city, and yellow plums in the rain... I really don't know how many people can... No matter how well-kept a guest place is, I would never call it home... This is probably true for old-school people. Playing ancient tunes alone, keeping only those that are out of time...