Not shocked

Keeping the years, not shocked

Inscription - Let me be glorious because I loved you.

The winter solstice is here.

This is the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year. The calendar is also a few thin pages due to the arrival of the winter solstice. The moment has passed. It is all helpless to deal with such a magnificent passage.

As if I can still see the smiles of those old days, every smile is still so dignified and clear, so touching. But all this, they are really gone. The grave-like road is on the road of the moment, and people are filled with the shackles to be sacrificed. The graves are buried in the small self of the past, the mountains and burials filled with memory, the regrets and annoyances of the old days, the wild grass grows like crazy, the sky is soaring, the lush greens are blocking all of our lives. The vast sea of ​​mulberry fields. However, we really can't complain about life, and really can't be true with the self in the past. If you don't come back, we can only tell ourselves.

Time is lingering, silent and silent. In the endless loneliness of the years, we always have to sigh gently, but how can this sigh block the moments of these jumps. The giant stream generally rushed to the silent and went again. It is so silent that there is a lot of lost loneliness. Standing at the crossroads of life, we are hesitant and constantly changing the direction of our life. However, the moment is the most unsatisfactory, and in a hurry, we are forced to go on the road, all the way, no regrets, all the way to sing.

We always have too many illusions about pleasure, and look forward to the moment when the lucky god visits, even if we know that the moment is so ethereal, then out of reach, the dream of the mirage is still full of passion, so we will ignore it. Many of us should pay attention to it. Even feelings.

Looking back, you and I are destined to be forever. In this life, there are still many things that we can't cherish and can't cherish. The helplessness and annoyance are only known to ourselves. In the late night when I couldn't sleep, the autumn rain slammed the window edge, and the bright and bright sounds, all the silence, except for the rain that was endless. Listen as you are enchanted. Listening to the world dying, everything that is alive is dead, except the rain. The pain of the heart is coming - all the way, in addition to the moment, no longer willing to walk with us forever.

People, always lonely animals, exclusive animals.

No one knows the broken walls in our hearts, and no one comes to see the condolences.

No one can know that we are guilty of self-defeating in our hearts, the glory of flowers and flowers, the mourning of red flowers, the bleakness of the eyes, the ridiculousness of the sorrows, the ridiculousness of the land, the bleakness of the heart, and how it is picked up. .

No one knows the subtleties in our hearts, no one is going to do deep characterization. No one will be willing to bury their heads to write a biography for us.

No one can live in our hearts for a long time, and no one is willing to stubbornly and paranoidly live in our hearts for a long time. The long-term residence in our hearts can only be the loss and loneliness of our self. So weak, silent, no one can see in the huge stream of time, no one will understand, will understand, will pity, will be distressed, except for our self.

At this time, all dreams become insignificant. All pursuits of dreams have become less important. In only one life, what is worth paying for, and what we must be indifferent. How to understand the true meaning of life between paying and disregarding. Life is too mundane, sometimes we really don't know why life comes and why. Life is a helplessness. How many heroic ambitions we have had, and how many times have been defeated by our own lofty aspirations, all dreams have become fragmented in frustration.

What should be the true nature of life? How many times have we asked ourselves, the answer is clear, but also the model, the flowers are not flowers, the fog is not fog. It has been denied by many helpless and helpless.

People, how much helplessness, how much helplessness, how many people do not know the sadness and pain. In the silent loneliness and loss of the years, our deep heart will find a deep ditch, and the abyss is general. Everyone in the heart will have such a dangerous, secluded and unfathomable. Some people will plant the orchids in the dangers of this deserted person. They will enjoy themselves from the fragrance, but they will be open-minded, indifferent to fame and fortune, and elegant in orientation. His inner Fangze will be full of vitality and vitality. Then this kind of danger will be saved, and there will be no danger to others. And some people? The conflict is forgotten in the fame and fortune of the vulgar reality, and there is no way to take care of others. Anywhere from the heart of the secluded everywhere, the moss is dangerous. In the end, such people always fall into the dangers set by themselves, and they are unable to extricate themselves. The losses are heavy and they will not be lost.

In our eyes, others are always very happy. In the eyes of others, they are very happy. We seem to have been enjoying our joyful life with joy. We have always lived in each other's envy, very joyful. This is the definition of each other. In fact, who can really dominate the fate of self? Forced to live in the present life. Forced to do something else, forced to say something else. How far we want to live from us, maybe we can't calculate. But it is certain that we are indeed happy, true pleasure, we are indeed sad, true sadness. Life is constantly interpreting all kinds of joys, sorrows and sorrows, and performing a different life in the exchange of comedy.

People, always fragile, self-pity and narcissism.

Perhaps a sad lyrics from the street or floating is easy to let us burst into tears.

Maybe someone else can touch the depths and frustrations in our hearts if they are unintentional.

Maybe a little article will make you lonely and lonely.

Maybe a young face reminds you of the love that has been dusty for many years. Arouse the warmth of the bottom of your heart.

First love may be worth remembering forever. It has always been there, dominated one side. We are always willing to take out large chunks of land to house it. Green, happy, pure, real, his face is still so hearty, so handsome, he has always been so young and full of passion. He always touched us very easily, let us remember a lot of young age, it is so perfect and warm, we want to sleep in that dream, don't wake up... Let's hold hands, always walk and laugh And said. We went to that winter and went to the day when it snowed.

That snow has always been alive in our hearts. It’s because of that snow, there is such a deep and shallow footsteps, there are so many eyes that are affectionate, there is a whisper of laughter... all the hustle and bustle of our youth, then we are Knowing the first love is no way to abandon it. In the face of feelings, we are greedy, and children are generally childish. We suddenly found that the self is so real and cute.

The memory is to make the nerves of numbness wake up, let the beauty come on again and again. Even if it ended with a gray cup with color and ridicule.

Night, full of black, can drown a lot of reality. But it is also a light in your heart. In the deep black, the light of the soul is bright and bright. You see your eye-catching shadow, so lonely, stumbling, swaying, fluttering, floating like a dream. You are lonely, lonely, confused, helpless and helpless in your life. There is still a bit of fear.

In the deepest loneliness, we can only deal with the soul of the self. Two small faces are facing each other. There are many words to say to each other. They are excited and laugh. Speaking of sadness, crying. How true is the self at this time. It is also a kind of courage to remove the layers of masks and pay attention to the soul of the self.

Some people say that girls are emotional animals, and they are completely buried by emotional evictions. Even under the grave, write an inscription to pay homage to one. Keep an eye on the experience of love and love, pay attention to the protection of the fragile self-respecting heart, but always in the midst of being caught in the fall. The wounds of repeated injuries and times and times, finally lost all the passion in numbness.

Years are embarrassing, there is such a day, we look at the mirror, in the mirror, we suddenly found that the self is really so old.

As if I can still see the smiles of those old days, every smile is still so dignified and clear, so touching. But all this, they are really gone.

We really can't complain about life, really can't be true with the past self. Nothing will come back. The only thing we can tell ourselves is to keep the time and keep it.