A meaningful essay, it is best not to write about scenery.
Meet flowers, meet dreams and meet old people.
Peng Yilin
Along the way, I met the blooming Yan Gui and the blooming gladiolus.
Yellow, red, blooming against the cold dew of the season.
Just like high-spirited young people, they are fearless pioneers.
Actually, I'm not a flower lover.
For those flowers that bloom in the streams of Shan Ye, they are just fragrant, but they can't be named at all.
Most of the time, I just look at the flowers, my whole body is dense and my mental state is in a trance.
The favorite, or the most exciting,
Or a rose, that kind of vows of eternal love has nothing to do with the poet's feelings;
I have paid attention to the blue witch Ji, Douglas and Diana before.
I used to travel for them, but now I'm at a loss to revisit my old place.
I can't think of a reason to stay, maybe it's just that the water flows eastward and the leaves fall to the sunset.
The gloomy climate is accompanied by a light rain, which moistens the heart bit by bit.
I sat on a park bench like Forrest Gump, thinking quietly and chatting with strangers.
I asked them about the relationship between life and chocolate, and there was always an answer that touched me like lightning.
Then I comforted myself in turn and said to myself, I understand that I have two selves.
Mom said, life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.
I said, I don't want to try chocolate. I like hawthorn chips and chewing gum.
My friend is right, some things don't need to be too concerned.
So wait on the bench alone. Is gordo the next stranger?
Sometimes I get messages in twos and threes, and the numbers are strange. Probably an old friend for many years, whose name I can't remember.
"In the eyes of passers-by who have not entered the city, the city is a kind of appearance; In the eyes of people trapped in the city, she is another look;
When people first arrive, the city is one thing, but when they leave forever, she is another. Every city should have its own name;
Maybe I mentioned Elena by another name. Maybe all the cities I am talking about are just Elena. "
I often tell myself in the middle of the night: I want to be elegant and indifferent, be a monk on the road and live a minimalist life.
However, I am always sad, I am always noisy, broken and I am lonely, and my tears fall for chickens and dogs.
As a person, is your greatest enemy yourself?
Do you have to wait until the cups and plates are messy and dark before you can feel the fall of this body?
Those indispensable desires, like sand and clear water, flow through your fingers.
Pure life is to let go of your hand, let the sand in your fist scatter the soil, and let the clear water flow back into the river.
Care less, covet less, and pester less about right and wrong. ...
Tossing and turning, I didn't fall asleep until the early morning.
In the dream, she was already white-haired, facing the white snow frost and wearing a white dress.
And I stood on the dark windowsill, the curtains were black, my long hair was black and my eyes were wandering.
I dreamed that she couldn't hear a word when she talked to me. I dreamed that she came into the room and turned on the light.
I dreamed of a room full of lost friends with colorful candy in their hands.
Putting warm arms around my waist is still a familiar gesture, but I can't respond.
The cool wind outside slowly blows into the window sill, which is the fragrance of roses.
Dream of her skin, fragrant and tender, dotted with scars.
Dreamed that she no longer likes to eat home-cooked tofu.
I dreamed that she said, send me a letter, at Butterfly Villa.
I dreamed that she was a monk in Nanshan. I would walk until the water blocked my way, and then sit and watch the rising clouds.
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
In my dream, I know I have been dreaming, but I don't want to wake up.
I wonder when this scene will reappear.
Dream back at midnight, dotted with stars, get up and water the flowers,
Suddenly I saw the lights in my neighbor's room, and there was a mottled figure no matter how far or near.