One year after I left the land to build a factory, someone agreed to it at the time. Can I get it back now?
Then it escapes from your fingers unknowingly. At this time, if you smell your hands carefully, a wisp of fragrance will be captured by your nose, mixed with the smell of wild flowers. Pay careful attention, and if you are lucky, you will find a mountain flower that is still fresh, dragging its wet stamens and still blooming. In this providential journey, the dust on the jade body has long been washed away, and it is like a hibiscus emerging from the water, holy and simple.
Through the clear stream water, you can easily see the round and bright pebbles embedded in the river bank. This unique technique is perfect. Put it in your hand and feel it carefully. There is some coolness, which penetrates into the palm of your hand. Slowly tighten your palm. It is indescribably smooth, because it fits your hand skillfully, leaving no gaps. The dense Tolerance makes the hand and the stone blend into one, and you can't feel its existence anymore, just like a clenched fist. Inadvertently relaxing, the pebbles flew away in an instant. With a pop, they fell into the stream. While splashing, they also brought a falling red flower into the water. The fine sand was stirred up, suspended in the water, and lingered in the falling red flower. In the meantime, it gradually subsided and the water surface returned to calm, but this flower stayed here. She was lucky. The days of drifting with the tide ended. This was a good refuge.
The breeze blew over my hands dripping with water, and I immediately felt infinite joy in my heart. The long-lost beauty, listening to the trickling flow and the trembling of the maple forest, is not the sound of nature. The stream that originates from nowhere is playing this intoxicating music endlessly.
On the other side of the stream are mountains and forests. A few rotten tree trunks are covered with fungi and are full of life. Gray tits are pecking at will. This may be rebirth. Apparently there were squirrels everywhere. The fruits under the pine cone were sparsely sparse. As soon as I heard a noise, a pine tree fruit was removed. The movement was very quick, and then there was silence. After a closer look, it turned out that the squirrel was watching. It was looking at itself, and as soon as its footsteps moved, its figure was already on a branch several feet high.
The afterglow of the sun is gradually receding, and I have to say goodbye for a while.
The moon accompanies the cold
Whenever the moon sets in the west, I always want to say to it: Rest early, you have accompanied me through a long night, and with you Waiting, obviously I will no longer be lonely. The gentle moon waves flow in the mist. You often create a quiet atmosphere for me, hoping that I can sleep peacefully, but the result is that "the moon shadow is floating in the light dust, and I don't realize it." The sky is far away." Your silence always makes me wonder whether you also have the sadness of "hidden feelings, difficult to express." In the vast sky, only clear traces of frost are left, sparkling water flows, and the rhythm of the sky is heard. Thin clouds are still lingering, the wind touches your heartstrings again, and there is a bleak sound. You are eagerly looking forward to your soulmate, and you don’t need to tell him in thousands of words, just a peripheral vision is enough, even if the cloud sleeves are wet with sorrow and tears, and the window lights are like beans, because "he" is experiencing the same feeling.
The secret pain in the soul has long been unknown. Under the caress of the years, it has not faded away, only the hook is sinking. It hurts more and more when it is stopped. It is difficult to cut off and difficult to forget. The river is clear and shallow, a few degrees apart, full of water, and the pulse is silent.
Sometimes, I feel really tired and I thought I could take a rest, but my wish was disillusioned in reality. One night followed another.
Being stupid is not the ridicule of others, but my own sigh. The moon is like this, and so am I. At the moment of dawn, he gradually disappeared. On the willow branches above the moon, we vowed not to stop. The shadows fade away with sadness, I just sigh and don’t look back.
Moon, still waiting.
In the autumn, I feel that your heartstrings are messed up again and it is difficult to calm down. Looking at the frost on the moon's temples from a distance, I suspect that it is hidden in the jade catkins. The song has not finished yet, and the night is still silent.
I will accompany you and walk with you. If you don’t say anything, I understand. No matter how long the night is.
A sad person is alone at night, and a lonely lamp weeps in the cold hall. But if you ask how much you are worried, you will know that the night is short and long.
Whispers from the rolling curtain
The midnight breeze makes the rolling curtains move quietly, the moon shadow dances, and the windows are lightly closed. Everything is silent, only the candlelight is dancing. The tea in the cup has already cooled down, and the faint fragrance of tea is still lingering at the rim of the cup. Her thin lips pursed slightly, with a hint of bitterness, and she swallowed helplessly, but it turned into sweet liquid in her throat. There is another full moon in the sky, the ground is covered with silver light, and the cold dew on the leaves is crystal clear. You have been here all night long. When the dew slowly flows through the leaves, you will carefully collect it drop by drop. I am puzzled. I ask, and you laugh. , the essence of Mid-Autumn, ready for making tea.
The drops of water flowed together, and the jade beads fell down and fell into pieces in an instant. The wind stirred the green leaves, and the dew flew over like raindrops one after another, soaking the cotton felt and the green shirt. The dew that cannot be picked up is just like the teardrops that you cannot wipe away, not because of the waxing and waning of the moon, but because of parting with you. The person has gone away, but the fragrance of the tea remains; the tea has cooled, but the love remains; the lonely figure in front of the candle remains, thinking of you; the bronze mirror has no face, but the frown remains; the sound of the piano and the piano remains elegant; between the cases, the beautiful shadow remains.
The heart is like lilac in the rain, swaying in the cold wind, with a hint of melancholy. Only the faint touch of purple still lingers in the dream. In a blink of an eye, the moon has set in the west, the candlelight has been exhausted, and it is dim, and the beautiful face of pink and white appears in front of my eyes, which is lingering, it is a lingering nostalgia.
The relationship between you and me is like the jasmine petals brewed in boiling water, rising and falling in the cup. We meet briefly, but if we think about it for a long time, it will be difficult to return.
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The long-lost peace and tranquility are always like the autumn moon on the Xijiang River. The moon is like a hook, which makes it difficult to look back with sorrow and thoughts. The hanging moon shines eastwards.
The duet of the flute music has ancient charm, the lingering sound lingers, the echo is long, just waiting for the chariot shaft to turn around, and the sad moon is hidden in the west building.
The First Snow Whisper
Finally it was complete. Because of Xueer's unexpected arrival, the charm of winter was fully revealed.
The night is deep, and the dim street lamps are lit in the distance. The fog on the glass made the vision blurry, and everything looked like frosted, mysterious and ethereal. In fact, the night needs to have a kind of looming charm.
My fingers playfully drew the word snow on the mist, half-written or not. The transparent notes were left behind like hollows, a rare glimpse of clarity in the hazy corner. It was such an inadvertent action that revealed the most precious thing of the night.
Snow, it really snowed, and I felt pity for snow that I had never felt before. When I couldn’t wait to open the window, it fluttered all over the sky, and came quietly..., and then There was also a blank in his mind. If I were to describe my feelings at this moment, it might be warm. Without any warning, they came together, walking briskly, and just like this, one after another, covering the ground and filling the field of vision. When heaven and earth are integrated, there are no hills in the mountains, no waves in the water, and the white water reflects the Milky Way.
The snow in front of me is not like goose feathers, but much smaller. They fall freely under the influence of the wind. Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, their graceful dancing postures unintentionally outline the trajectory of the cold wind. Perhaps because I was complaining about disturbing their masquerade party, a sudden gust of wind came towards me. When the wind blew over my face, the crystal velvet fell on my face one after another, very soft and cool. The meeting with them seemed to be teasing me. When I touched them, they disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of water, and then they often reappeared. It is impossible to appreciate, because when you touch it, its soul will be nirvana, and only the body will be left. The helpless coldness made me subconsciously close the window and reluctantly quit the dance.
Its rotation is so elegant, its steps are so light, and its whole body is dressed in silver, like a dancing ballet dancer. Under a shadow-tracing light, the scene is like a dreamlike "Swan Lake". Although their dance is short, every wonderful moment is evocative. They are like shooting stars in the night sky, explaining what perfection is again and again.
The snowy road is like the overturning of thousands of jade stamens, layer upon layer, blending into one, making you unable to bear to step on them, tarnishing this purity. The snowy night is like a vacuum crystal bottle, full of love and silence, making you hold your breath to find the sound of snow. Just one note can touch your heartstrings...
I really hope the snow will continue to fall, because of your beauty and romance.
One thing that moved me
Living in this world, there will always be many things that make people feel sentimental and emotional. The world is not ruthless, people are always There are feelings between people just because they get along with each other. Some get along well and some don't get along well. This is a very real phenomenon!
There are many things that moved me the most:
When I was a child, my father pumped milk for me and fought with the shepherd’s dog in the ice and snow. My mother said it was very funny. But I am really touched. This often insists on my reasons for living. Because of these, people must live better! When I was a child, my father was a soldier. He was always upright, which is what I yearn for now. The sentries there often teased us. My mother often said that I almost died when I was a child. Later, I was saved by the commander's daughter, who was a doctor. Well, I've always been curious, why does it have to be the commander's daughter to be a doctor? Why can't other doctors save me? It must be very troublesome, so I'm always very touched. I am touched that my life is good. When I was young, I was really in trouble. I remember I often got sick, every week, so my father would often come back from the army to take me to the hospital for medical treatment. He would also often remember to stop military vehicles and sometimes take a jeep.
When I was in elementary school, I was sick once. On the way back, I couldn’t walk and walked very slowly. Later, the teacher told my mother about it and my mother carried me home. I remember that at that time It’s grown quite a bit too!
My parents have always been very good to me. When I was young, I was often scolded and sometimes beaten. Alas, when I think about it, the family rules at that time were a lot of no, no going into the river, no fighting, and so on. , so now I have to abide by everything, and sometimes I feel very happy if I violate it!
Now that I think about it, when I was in junior high school, high school, and college, I often talked back to my parents and made them angry. Now that I am an adult, I often still think about the gift my father gave me when I was in college. When I go to school, I always insist on going by myself, but he is always worried, so he will argue again! My father is very capable, but I am very poor, so I often think about doing my own thing without the help of my parents. Sometimes I often think, he is a big tree, and I am like a tree under its shade. When will Hou can grow up, what about transcending?
He went to the Party School in Beijing, and he did this for half a year or a year. He wrote to his mother, and I took the reply and remembered that he always asked us to study hard. It seemed that we were always stupid and couldn't do it. Learning is the same, well, isn’t it useless in the eyes of my father?
Some time ago, I showed my father "Information Technology Education" where my article was published, but he didn't want to read it. My mother said it was necessary to read it, so he got reading glasses to read it. Alas, it's a pity. What I write is courseware design. How can I make my dad understand this? Anyway, he read a few pages carefully and didn't express any opinions. However, he said that publishing articles in national magazines was a good thing and encouraged me to write more. Alas, it would be great if writing articles was so easy! I remember that my father used to be a reporter, secretary, and could also take photos, so I must have taken a lot of them!
One year I was published in "Liuzhou Daily" and asked my dad to help me collect a few photos as souvenirs. He was always very calm and said that I was late and Liuzhou Daily was sold out. But I asked my sister to find one for me, and I still remember it.
Sometimes I often think about when I can surpass my father’s ability. How can he be capable, so I always let him look down on me. Alas, living in this kind of eyes, sometimes I don’t want to look back. Home
You must be capable, be a good person, live a good life, and live a happy life. When you encountered difficulties in the past, sometimes you would not be able to figure it out, but you always think of it, since there are so many Things can be experienced, why can't we live well?
My mother often said that if you were a child, you would have died a long time ago if you had not been rescued by a doctor. Alas, if you died so early, what happiness would there be? So in my heart, I just want to have fun, visit various places in China, see things, and walk around. At the same time, I just now think of working hard and being a useful person. My reaction is always slower than others. It took me many years to figure it out. problematic. I often wonder why it takes me a long time to figure out many problems, sometimes a year or several years!
Anyway, live a good life. Although you may not have to take responsibility when you go to heaven, there are still too many worries in this world, so you can’t leave and you can’t bear to leave.
Live and face it!
My parents moved me
The bright moon is brighter because of the night sky; the stream is clearer because of the pebbles; the flowers are brighter because of the green grass. And more gorgeous. Open the window and look at the night sky. The stars are shining brightly, adding gorgeous brilliance to the night. There is still a breath of love on the earth...
The topic of parents is ancient but more eternal, different. People always have different experiences and feelings. From ancient times to the present, many literati have written about the greatness of maternal love and the tenacity of father's love. Like Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song" and Zhu Ziqing's "Back View". The love I have experienced from my parents has no trace of the wind, and true love is silent. The kindness of my parents inspired the warmth of my soul.
The year I graduated from elementary school, the entire sixth grade had accumulated a strong learning energy. Not to be outdone, I increased my power and started reviewing intensively. But unfortunately, at this time, I have to prepare for the final exam, plan the program for the "June 1" Children's Day, practice table tennis to participate in the competition, plus the Tianli School entrance exam, every day I am like a The machine that broke down was working non-stop without a moment to rest. But in the end, I got good grades in the final exam, stole the show on the stage, became more and more courageous on the table, and was admitted to Tianli School with high scores. What is it? Give me so much strength to overcome all these obstacles, and give me so much courage to overcome all difficulties? It's love! It was my parents who gave me a steady stream of encouragement, allowing me to stand up in the face of discouragement and regain my confidence many times.
When the school bell rang every day, I rushed to the playground at a fast speed and started rehearsing each performance. My parents always smiled and watched me busy on the stage. A subtle breath of love shot into my heart like a ray of sunshine. After the rehearsal, I grabbed the ping-pong board and ran to the ping-pong table. Under the training of Teacher Zhang, he practiced chipping, spinning, lifting, mixing and various methods of serving and catching the ball. Sometimes my parents are admiring my playing skills. I often can’t help but secretly look at my parents with a look on my face. The encouragement from parents to their children contained in the exchange of eyes slowly integrates into my body. . I was sweating profusely from playing, and the sky was completely dark, so I quickly ran home, and accompanied by my parents, I started another process - solving mathematical problems. Sometimes, we grabbed the book and read the problem attentively; sometimes, we discussed it enthusiastically at the dinner table; sometimes, we held the pen in hand and concentrated on the problem calculation on the draft paper... All the problems were solved in front of our family of three. Lying in bed at night, I couldn't help but feel some emotions in my heart - the love of parents is like water irrigating our hearts, pure, holy, without any impurities, but their love is more colorful than spring.
Some people say that love is innate, and family affection is the best model and teacher for us to understand love. No matter how great a person is, he cannot escape the range of love. The reason why human life has no boundaries is because the range of love itself has no boundaries.
If the mother is a stream, maternal love is the spring water flowing in the stream, delicate and gentle.
If the father is a mountain, father's love is the scenery standing on the mountain, broad and profound. ;
I was deeply moved by the love of my parents. Maybe this world is like this, full of touching. Let our emotions settle in our hearts, let our emotions sublimate in the sedimentation, and let our sublimated emotions color the world!
My happy life
I have a happy and happy family. I have a "good girl" in my family. A "shopaholic" mom and a "handyman" dad. Now, let me make the next introduction!
In our clean home, a "handyman" is indispensable, and he is my dad. Every day when I see something broken or dirty at home, my dad always comes forward. I remember one time, my desk lamp was broken, and I hurriedly called my dad. After my dad looked at me, he immediately got the tools and started to repair it. After a clanging sound, my desk lamp was repaired! I was about to say thank you to my dad, but my dad brought me a rag, wiped the lamp carefully, and then asked me how it was. When I saw it, this was a desk lamp that had been used for many years. It was as good as new. I happily threw myself into my father's arms and said repeatedly: "Thank you, good dad!" Dad smiled happily.
Looking at the wardrobe full of colorful clothes of all sizes, I remembered the scene of shopping with my "shopaholic" mother. One day at noon, as soon as I finished my lunch, my mother took me to Xidan without saying a word. I asked my mother: "Why are you so anxious?" My mother said: "There is a big sale in Xidan today." We quickly ran to the third floor and bought 3 pieces of clothes, and then bought a basket of daily necessities. At this time, I seemed to be discouraged. He insisted on asking his mother to go home, and then her mother went home gloomily.
I am a "good girl" at home. I go home from school every day and check my homework carefully after completing it. I help my parents with housework every day. In fact, this is not my instinct. I am the best at taking care of others. I remember one time my mother was sick and my father was on duty, so I decided to take care of my mother. I made tomato and egg noodles for my mother first, and then gently served it to her. My mother was very touched and I was also very happy. After my mother finished eating, she stroked my head and said, "How good, my daughter has grown up!" I felt very happy at that time. The next day, under my care, my mother's condition improved. She always praised me as a good boy when meeting everyone, which made me feel a little embarrassed.
This is our family, a happy family. In my drawer, there is a blue handbag. Although its color is very old, to me, it is more like a piece of the future. The polished jasper is simple and thick, and its light and warm luster always bathes my heart.
It was a Sunday. After my sister and I went to learn calligraphy, we took the bus home together. On the bus, we found a seat by the window and sat down, looking out the window and slowly looking back. The moving scenery makes me feel very comfortable. What a wonderful weekend. In such a relaxed mood, before we knew it, we arrived at the stop where we got off. There were many people getting off the bus. I got off the bus along with the crowd of people who got off slowly. Watching the bus slowly drive to the next stop. Then I walked home with my sister. At this time, my sister suddenly looked at me with doubtful eyes and said, "Brother, where is your blue handbag?" I quickly looked at my hands, but they were empty. Where is the bag? In desperation, I couldn't help shouting: "Where's my bag? Where's my bag?" It contained my study tools and some change! My sister thought for a while and said, "You didn't leave it in the car, right?" I also recovered from my anxiety and nodded helplessly. But the car had already driven away for a long time. My sister and I murmured: "What can we do? What can we do..."
At this time, a taxi stopped at our The taxi driver who dropped off passengers next to us may have felt strange when he saw our two children rubbing their hands anxiously and talking quietly. He came over and asked kindly: "Kid, what's wrong?" I looked at the uncle and said helplessly: "My handbag was left on the 207 bus." The uncle was silent for a while and said: " Get in the car, let’s chase that bus, maybe we can get it back.” So, my sister and I followed my uncle into the taxi and drove towards the next stop of 207. At this time, I only had one thought in my mind: Hurry up, hurry up... My uncle seemed to understand what I was thinking, or maybe he was in a hurry. He sped up and flew forward at lightning speed, with the scenery and pedestrians on both sides passing by in a flash. In my heart, the thought of my bag was like a stone, weighing heavily on me. I no longer had the intention to appreciate the scenery on both sides, nor to talk to my sister. Time passed by in such a sense of oppression.
When we turned another intersection, that bus, yes, that bus, finally appeared in front of us, its indicator light was flashing and it was slowly approaching the stop. At this time, the stone that had been weighing on my heart was finally let go. When my uncle parked the car in front of the bus, I hurriedly opened the door and rushed onto the bus like flying. At a glance, I saw the blue handbag by the window. It was lying there alone, seemingly waiting for its owner to claim it. I suddenly felt the joy and excitement of seeing it again after a long absence or finding it again, so I took three steps and two steps and grabbed it tightly in my hand. However, the conductor looked at me very puzzled at this time, so I hurriedly explained: "I left this behind at the station. The taxi in front of me was the one who just brought me here to pick up my bag." The conductor didn't say anything. , she just looked at the taxi parked in front of the bus, then smiled and nodded.
I took my handbag, got into the taxi, and said to my uncle in a nagging voice: "Uncle, I, my sister and I only have ten yuan a day. Is it enough for your fare?" "My uncle seemed surprised when he heard what I said. He was stunned for a while, and then suddenly smiled: "Haha, I didn't want to collect your money. By the way, I will take you back to where you live." So, I was very embarrassed and told me where I lived.
My uncle sent my sister and I downstairs at home. As if he knew that we wanted to say something like thank you, he rushed ahead and said to us: "Go home quickly, maybe your parents I'm in a hurry. Don't throw things away in the future, haha." We nodded, got out of the car, and looked at our uncle's car. After a while, it merged into the traffic and was no longer distinguishable. He was so ordinary, and suddenly there was a trace of sadness in his heart.
A year later, I got a new handbag, but after that blue handbag was retired, I kept it in a drawer and was reluctant to throw it away, because there were still some things in it. Treasure the warm and kind heart of my uncle.
A kind of beauty is called giving up time:
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Every time you give up silently, give up a friend who you have loved for a long time but have no destiny; give up someone Something that involves investment but yields nothing; giving up some kind of spiritual expectation; giving up some kind of thought. At this time, a kind of sadness will arise, but this sadness does not prevent us from starting over.
Listen to the music again in a new time and space; tell the story again! Because this is a natural farewell and giving up, it is full of detached spirit, because of the beauty of sadness!
I once had a feeling that I wanted to make it forever. After many years, I found that it had gradually disappeared. Later I realized: What we hold in our hands may not necessarily be what we really have, and what we have may not necessarily be what we really engrave in our hearts! Then I understand that life often requires a pair of quiet care and conscious giving up!
There are too many beautiful things and wonderful people in the world. We have been struggling to pursue the beauty we do not have. In order to obtain, you are busy, and what you really want and want will often only be understood after many fleeting years, and you may even spend your whole life without knowing where you will end up! And for the good things we already have, we are anxious and worried because of the experience of often gaining and losing them.
The sigh of the setting sun, the worries of flowers blooming and falling, life is inherently unhappy! Because when we have it, we may be losing it, and when we give it up, we may be gaining it again. In fact, we cannot have absolute certainty about everything. If you are dedicated to chasing and possessing, it will be difficult to get out of external objects and then yourself, and the involuntary sadness and sadness in life will be even heavier!
So life needs to sublimate a quiet and detached spirit. People who understand know how to give up, people who are sincere know how to sacrifice, and happy people know how to transcend! When after a few years we know that everyone we like is living a good life, we will be even more satisfied! "I did not come to this world because of you, but I am more attached to this world because of you. If I can be with you, I will walk away silently, but I will still not lose my love and gratitude for this world - gratitude God allows me to meet and part with you to complete a poem created by God! "Life gives us endless sorrow; it also gives us eternal answers. So, An Ran gives up and sticks to detachment!
No matter how the worldly life changes, no matter what personal choice is, no matter how important the things in our hands are, we are brave even though we escape, and we are sad but happy!
Giving up is not retreat, it is just making another choice for a new goal. Life is about constant pursuit and constant giving up. We are yearning for the depths of life as usual, we are giving up gradually as usual, and then becoming firmer!
I will always wake up at night and open up tomorrow without you. -----------How far is eternity?
The sad drizzle gently beats this spring, pattering like a lover's cry, moistening the sky and making it sad. This season's wind, with a slight regret, blows through every corner, awakening any seed sleeping in this world.
Unable to withstand the temptation of rain, I walked in the rain, wandering quietly, thinking of the beauty of moistening things silently, which could not hide my heartbeat at this moment.
The winter jasmine flowers on the roadside also bloomed early, and the small yellow flowers bloomed happily, you next to me, and I squeezed you, all vying for the love of spring; the oleander buds swayed gently in the rain , seems to be shy, dodging my eyes, here and there is a fragmentary flower, as if secretly peeking at me, a person who doesn’t understand flowers, and I think of a sentence: When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she will be there. The laughter in the bush is nothing more than that; on the gentle willow branches, the old leaves have not faded away, but they are supported by the new green, leaving the treetops and returning to their own land. It has always been like this and has not changed.
Looking up, the sky that should have been bright turned out to be so gloomy, reminding me of the long-precipitated death. This is a beautiful season, and I don’t want my mood to be infected by this beautiful scene. Comedy, so all I can do is to bring her the rarest beauty and embellish this blossoming spring day to her heart's content.
Because I want to remember that I have been here this spring without sadness, which is so good.
Suddenly, I stopped there, and the coming and going of brokenness impacted me. I was like a kind of small boat, drifting and unable to reach the shore, but I still tried my best to maintain myself and not let myself go. Knocked down by the wind and waves.
I like to do things casually. I just muddle along in a superficial way. I don’t want to get entangled with anyone or anything. It’s enough to have a small hobby of my own. Greed and the fragrance of tea are all there. During this time, feasting and feasting are not what I want.
I want to learn to paint, which seems to have been planned for a long time, but it is vaguely distant. I always want to do all the things I like while I am alive, at least at the moment I leave. , I won’t have the slightest regret, because we all know that some things, after doing them, turn out to be irreversible, so let it be buried with you. I also want to learn guitar, so I can quietly Play your own heart, compose a song or a word for yourself, let yourself flow happily with the music, and be accompanied by your sweetheart all the way...
In this rainy season, what I feel most is parting. Although I haven’t spent much time here, I deeply like the people here, the things here, the flowers and plants here, and everything here. I can’t let go of that beautiful encounter. If there is a chance in the future, I still want to go back to school to make up for the youth that has grown old with the wind. I want to penetrate every piece of land here and tell her that I am back.
I always pretend to be ignorant, deceive others, and tell others about my incompetence, as if begging for a little mercy. The funny thing is that I know clearly but don’t take action. , and let it all go to waste, go, go, go, this damn youth with no place to rest, just go with the wasted years, I won’t miss it anymore.