Deep dagger in the river

Deep dagger in the river

——Reading the sadness against the river

At that time, the sorrowful appearance was covered with a large handful of fine sand, and you can no longer remember her clear appearance. One day, some children who recorded sad words, but with little children, once again carefully opened the fine sand. Her gorgeous appearance was revealed again, and you discovered that it was a poisonous one. Mandala flower.

The pain that belongs to the past has been forgotten and there are only wrecks left. These seemingly false and true passages will complement the wreckage.

Black and white pages, bloody and ordinary storyline, wounds again and again, directly and decisively turned into a dagger, gently in the heart, seems to leave a small hole, leaving a small hole, It can also be a dark red that has been forcibly cut through the blood that has just been healed and re-examined.

It is not a lyrical fabrication, but it is even more hypocritical. How many years ago, the lonely experience, without reservation, dumped all the pity and compassion on Yi Yao.

——Although there is Qi Ming’s guardianship around her, there is Gu Senxi’s care, but no one knows, a person’s fear of exclusion and isolation, this subtle emotion hidden behind a period of facts, in the retina In front, under the reflection of the crystal-clear glutinous rice, one word and one word, I was somewhat unpredictable but could not wait, even some greedy, swallowed into my mind. Every time, overbearingly, cruelly, flipping the pages of the book, it seems to be flipping through the raging waves.

Those past events that are unbearable to look back are clearly visible. Knowing that it will be riddled with thorns, even writing these words, you need to face it or admit that you are admiring this story, but also need to work hard to come up with the courage to face it. There is no choice, I will not face it today, and I will be entangled in my life.

If the story of these people is nothing but a void, then I will use this so-called void to occupy the infinite shadow of my heart, what shadow? I am afraid I can't use words to describe the outline of this shadow. I can only say that this is more difficult to bear than those who have hurt themselves, but it leaves a more unforgettable memory. The shadows of black and white, like Lucifer and Angel, meet inevitably, and when the beautiful life is turned into a pool of blood, it is a sense of oppression, which makes me breathe hard, like a dark night. The nightmare that quietly sneaked into my mind. There is no exaggeration that is deliberately created to achieve an effect; it is not possible to use these texts to advertise the sales of which book, and which author's reputation. The 14-year-old youth said that these words seemed to be suspected of plagiarism, but I also have to admit that these small papers printed in black ink and white paper filled the gaps in feelings that I have lost for many years. And let me always remember this.

On a certain day, the words on this book are old enough to fade into the past written by the author. The appearance of these people is no longer clear, even when others, or ourselves, mention the names of these people one day. When we are confused, we question the memory of our own rigid, in our memory, have we ever thought of such a person in our lives? These trivial things have been silently dispersed; this tragic and precious emotion is not as real as it was first seen. They, in our long life, have truly withdrawn. In that year, the rivers and lakes that belonged to them, they withdrew from them. The red dust that went through together.

We are just the most ordinary ones in their lives, thousands of passengers, we may remember, Yi Yao, Gu Senxi, Qi Ming, Gu Senxiang, these names, and in their minds, only they exist, the world Inside, crowds coming and going, and staggered intersections.

Even if you open the book again, there will not be so much sadness. These sadness is only a short fourteen years old. It belongs to a piano episode played by Seneville for a lifetime, a lush year. What we can do is the simplest word, "cherish."

Gradually, the injury to spring and autumn has changed crops. People have become old-fashioned. The words are still going to disappear. These words will not disappear, because the people who write and taste her will always exist, and exist in a small forgotten little. In the corner, or in some of our memories, it is already ridiculous. They carry everyone, respect and commemoration of time. It was a ray of light outside the shadows, waiting, any one, screaming at the body in the corner, waiting for them. Buying a careful step between black and white, love and pain, endure, work hard, pursue what they can see, a small inch of faint light.

In a certain year, I once again turned to the book in the dilapidated bookcase. The old song that had already decayed in the Walkman sounded a tune. Perhaps it was the "friends who used to comfort themselves in the past, and those days are no longer there. "A lifetime, a life, a glass of wine", and those lyrics that have long been forgotten in a certain space. "If the heart is there, the dream is there, there is true love between heaven and earth, seeing success or failure, life is heroic, just from the beginning." Come, "And, there is the first one. "Look at me and take a look. Don't let the red-faced vacant pillow, youth without regrets, forever lover,"; the olive tree of the wanderer... The years change, we will I have never heard of it.

These memories are actually the grief of the dense, woven into the net; and these sorrows, like the termites devour the paper, engulf the soul.

When the beautiful, cruel facts become a weird and frightening mountain rock, she will no longer be a beautiful, but completely turned into this kind of dream that is also true and illusory, always buried in memory. At the office.

Perhaps this is the best ending that God has given her.

Vigorous life, peace and quiet death. This is her life.

The real life is like a wind and sand. However, please bear in mind, don't always have the innocence of childhood after each beat, maybe now you think she is beautiful, it has an infinite future that makes you think, but one day, it will lose the original in all of this. direction.

Just like the sorrow that flows into the river.

When Yi Yao and Sen Xiang together become dust.

When Qi Ming and Gu Senxi got used to being alone.

When everyone no longer misses you.

When you are not in the memory of anyone.

The river is dry and only the riverbed is left.

And khaki fine sand.

You will find that the river has been buried deep in a dagger, and the dagger is still bright in the fine sand.

Bright and beautiful.

Bright and dazzling.

Just like never used.

Beautiful treasures. The source of sorrow.

Third day: Yang Jinge