Watery year

Walking on the edge of May and June, I am moving in the sun and the green under the shade. At the ends of heaven and earth, I am dreaming of peace and peace. In some instants, and those inadvertent flow years, echoing again, accompanied by inevitable grief. Later, I gradually realized that those inadvertent moments could not be erased, as if they were born with them. No matter whether you are going forward or backward, happiness or sadness, it will not leave, even if I have closed my eyes, I will try my best to forget the past and the time. In the end, I found that I still can’t escape those casual moments, and I can’t throw away those yesterday. Even if there is only a lie, it is already in the past, or inadvertently, it seems like a year of water.

I don't remember how many times I can't remember how many people have asked me, what words do you write, what are your intentions, and what your purpose is. I just said that because I have nothing to do, I can write something boring and laugh at myself or remember not to forget it soon. If someone asks me now and in the future, I believe I will still say this. Because this is indeed my initial and final purpose. This is just my way of talking, just like your conversation with your best friend, that's all. In my life, I will easily write down these placards everywhere. I am in love with the days that I will remember inadvertently, and even my life. I can't forget the people who would think of it inadvertently, maybe until the end of life. I don't know how long it will be in my life, but I believe that one day I will measure its distance. I don't know which direction the end of life is in, but I believe I can come and name it. Just in those moments of inadvertentness, it seems like a year of water.

I don't know what happiness looks like, maybe I have forgotten it, or I have never seen it before. But at some casual moment, I was convinced that I had known him, and I was later convinced that I had forgotten what it used to be. But I believe that it will appear someday and continue to lead it. In some seasons, I was afraid of the mirror. Frost and snow covered my soul, and I could not see clearly. Those distant desolateness were so disgusting. So I spread my hands close to me many times, but it was also so embarrassing. Maybe it was the old man who had gone to the palm of my hand. I couldn’t feel that it had a unique groove. I opened the handcuffs and ankles in my life, smashed the rusty iron shackles on my chest, and slammed the hot chest with my free hands to awaken the stiff atrium of my chest. I can't be sure whether I am still devastated in my life, but I believe that even if I am in front of it, I will be able to spend it, because the wind and frost in the years have already paved the way for me to go to the temple. The bell that prays for life is working. Waiting for me to ring. I will not hesitate to use the hammer of the hammer to make a heavy sound of nature, I will pray that life will not repeat the sorrow, I pray for frankness, no longer nostalgia, no longer hurt. Let those inadvertent moments rise, it seems like a year of water.

I told myself not to care too much about the idioms of others. I told myself to stick to my own pace, not to be timid, even if I was stepping on thorns and glass slag, even if my pain broke through my feet, even if the dust mixed with tears in my eyes. I have to go my own way. In the journey of my life, I followed the hope and saw the green of the mountains and a curved stream. I followed the mood and looked up at the endlessly clear sky and saw the floating white clouds. In the direction of the light, I saw the yellow wild chrysanthemums on the roadside and the shadows cast on the opposite side of the mountain, as if there was the smell of the sun and the indifference. Going to the depths of the soul, I saw the butterfly, and danced in the crowd. I saw the wind, as it spread the memory to the north and south. I saw the hair that fell that year, sinking into the spring water of the river, no longer floating free. It’s just this inadvertent moment, it’s like a year of water.

Everything is inadvertent, inadvertent fate, casual moments, inadvertent years, inadvertent years, inadvertently looking back, inadvertent words, casual love, casual injury, casually scattered, inadvertently faded, inadvertently I think of it, inadvertently silent, inadvertent grief, inadvertently think again. These inadvertently, I inevitably, these inadvertently, I never escape, these inadvertently, let me always know that my spirit and soul are still there. An action, a sentence, a gesture, has already been a god. All of this, all this, does not require you to deliberately recall, just inadvertently, it seems like a year of water.

The world has too many doubts, criticisms, guesses, and utilitarianism.

There are too many cicadas, shit, wolverines, and ghosts in this world.

Since the fire of life has been ignited, then don't let it down.

Since the youth prelude has already been played, then don't desolate the rhythm of its dancing.

I want to lift my blue sky, even though I am a little nervous, although my hands are a little trembling.

I want to take my back, even though I am a little sad, even though my eyes are a little fascinating.

Shangyu Huawei Foreign Language School 2nd: Zheng Chunli