door

Perhaps it is a certain autumn day, a leaf spirals back to my voice. At that time, my hand just touched the rough wooden door, horizontal and vertical stripes, and the lithography was very clear when a knife was used. "嘎吱", the door was pushed open, my eyes suddenly hit the darkness, very uncomfortable. In the darkness, I saw an old woman, half-white hair, squatting herself, and in front of her, only a bowl of solitary vegetables. "Why don't you turn on the lights?" She then got up in a panic, pulling the light rope with the dead branches. The lights were reluctantly lit, but for the whole house, it was similar to the dawn of the night. I looked up and looked at it. It was a thin light bulb. No wonder, even the light was thin, and people didn’t think about it? I didn’t know the panic coming from inside. I just whispered a few words and turned around. ran away. Far away, I turned around and saw that the wooden door was heavily closed, and one leaf turned back to the land that was quiet in front of the door.

I forgot what time it was, maybe it was summer. I pushed a door with a gold-rimmed door. When I entered, I couldn’t help but cough. A voluptuous curly-haired woman in the door leaned against the sofa and swallowed the clouds. Her eyes are also blurred, and the man in front of him is a cup of wine to drink drunk. The woman smiled sadly but did not stop. The ash was scattered all over the place, and a bottle of wine was empty at the foot of the table. On the table was a tens of thousands of credit cards... I felt sad and disgusted and fled the door. The door with the gold rim was dimmed every day.

Later, I opened thousands of doors and discovered that the so-called world, whether it is desolate or prosperous, is hidden behind the door. The pure white lotus in the dust, the bone thinness under the pearl Yan Yu Run is just another door behind a certain door, but few people know it.

No matter how many acting scenes are staged in the door, there are always countless spectators outside the door. It is only that no matter how clear the viewer is, it is doomed that no one feels the same. I have seen it, laughed, and dispersed, but there are only a few boring people who are there to talk about it indiscriminately.

So the grief of the river can be flooded on its own, but it doesn't have to spill over the river bank. In the eyes of all beings, the indifference of winter has already grown.

When God was born, he gave a door. As time went by, I slowly locked the door. Maybe after the door is closed, the wind will not slip in and confuse the paper on my hand. However, I often listen to the footsteps outside the door, watching the world in the door, alone and with the sun, drinking thousands of drinks. Thousand cups of twilight.

Sometimes I wonder, if I open the door, what will happen? No, what is ushered in is just a few noisy spectators!

So my door is locked all the year round. I am doing the things I want to do alone in the door, connecting the words of the words on the paper into a sentence, or watching something floating, spring fly catkins, summer chasing dandelions, autumn picking red leaves, Winter holding snow, those flying gestures, always feel like my life.

In fact, no matter whether you choose to open or lock the door, this door will follow you from the beginning and the end. It is inseparable. After all, this is given by God. But there is still a door in the world, standing in the distance you can't see, you need to pursue and find out.

Since the beginning of life, life is in desolateness and chaos. Only when you rush to the distance, you will get a glimmer of light. However, this is not enough. You have to follow this ray of light to climb the ridge, cross the river, and smash the giant wave. You may be scarred, but your heart must not be tired, otherwise the light will be fleeting, and if you have a bit of timidity, you will eventually become confused.

I don't know what to see when I open the door after going to a distant place. Maybe there is spring blossoming, or maybe nothing, empty. But life is destined to pursue in desolateness and chaos, even though the door behind the distance is unknown. If you are willing to stick to this loneliness and not want to run around, then you can only look at this side of the narrow, perhaps only barely survive in the gap, perhaps even the gap can not accommodate you.

Shi Tiesheng said: "The life of a person is like this string. If you tighten it, you can play it well. If you play it well, it will be enough." Hurry up and tighten the strings in your hand, and rush toward the far door, no more fear. Do not hesitate.

Unwilling to be a spectator, after the door to watch the joys and sorrows, the world is disturbing, staying in his own door, the sunrise is exposed, the sunset is drinking, the intoxication of life rushes to the distance, all the way down, all the way to singing.