I only remember that when I was young, I always felt that the sky was very high. Now I don't have this kind of depression. The boundless sky is so blue, blue! Clouds will drag their slender tails as they drift by, as if to disperse, but they will close with the clouds behind them at the moment of squinting; Together, and then spread out, intermittent in the vast sky, so free and unrestrained. Later, I went climbing in Huashan with some friends. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, white clouds linger like ribbons on the top of the mountain, such a beautiful and light Shu Ran; But there is no sadness in my heart. My long hair flutters in the wind with my young thoughts, my mood flies with my dreams, and my desire continues to the top of the mountain with my tireless steps. I just want to catch those clouds and bind my lonely heart when I was a child! I only climbed up a mountain panting, only to see that the cloud belt has been wound around another farther and higher mountain, so far away! The first time I tasted "through these clouds, how can I tell?" , but towards which corner of the mountain ",I am very helpless. A classmate joked, "Aren't you the cloud that lingers in the mountains?" Smile through tears. A young heart never knows how to be depressed. Everything is like floating clouds, floating across the heart is so light and smart! Later, I was destined to meet the cloud again at the top of Mount Tai, but my heart was mixed! Snow is dancing in Mount Tai, snow is singing and clouds are dancing. Is that cloud the spirit of snow? Looking up, white clouds rolled in the distance; Bow your head, the sea of clouds is surging; Around me, clouds are like dreams. The clouds in the distance can be imagined, and the clouds under the mountain can be understood. Only the clouds floating quietly around me can't catch it, and tears can't help but flow!
It turns out that when people grow up, they are not busy looking at the clouds in the sky, but afraid of seeing the beautiful scenery like clouds and dreaming misty dreams! There have been many days when I closed the curtains to separate the complicated sea of the world from the outside world. At this time, only writing accompanied me. The floppy disk is gradually filled with some depressed words when I am confused or happy. After those words, I never dared to read them again, just like I was afraid to face some uncomfortable past! Only you can understand how the past days came, as if you should do nothing. After denying yourself in this way, the tears in my heart actually moistened my eyes. Anyone with a sensitive mind naturally likes to tell his heart with a pen, as if only a seemingly Mu Na word can string together a string of heartstrings; People who choose words to express themselves are destined to feel the pain more directly than others, and they are also destined to live harder than others. Just like floating clouds in the sky, they chose to wander and float from the beginning.
Those beggars are prostrate on the ground, their faces deeply buried in their bodies, and their whole bodies cling to the ground, and they can't see their humble expressions, clothes that can't distinguish colors, dirty feet and hands; I don't like standing in the street staring at your beggars like flies, but when I see those beggars who are quietly in harmony with heaven and earth, my heart seems to be tightened. I can't imagine that such begging can finally get a big house. I can only say that there is no cowardly soul hidden under their humble form! It is also a cloud, just floating in different spaces.
Everyone in this world is begging, crawling on the ground, begging for the most basic life; And the seemingly decent people standing are begging, aren't they?
Begging for rights, money and love in different ways and moods, isn't everyone a floating cloud that floats across the world occasionally? Then why should we be surprised by the journey of the cloud? Wouldn't it be better to let nature take its course? Writing here, I can't help but lift the curtain, but only see the thick gray clouds and the lasting bright sunshine in the depths, just like the depression that can't penetrate the soul!
Sometimes, you can't see the clouds. At this time, you can only let the clouds in your heart slide gently, and your heart is as dull as Schumann's music at the moment ~ ~ ~
It feels good to grow up.