The road under your feet is still your own. It doesn't matter if you take your left foot when you go out. Throw away the bondage and don't worry. The wind is still blowing and the clouds are still flying. I saw the angel's blue wavy skirt swaying in the wind, beautiful but not ostentatious.

I don't know.

I was 17 years old that year, and it was already the season to listen to fallen leaves. Finally came home, isolated from the world. I was lying in bed, tossing and turning, thinking that I had been invaded by a virus. It's really scary. I could do nothing but a bunch of puzzling ideas, but suddenly I was empty. What are you thinking about? I don't know.

When I was a child, I always liked to ask "Why?" After the others have finished. I always feel that everything, everything, everything has happened, and there must be a reason. That year, the world in my eyes was no longer like this. In fact, many things are not allowed to ask why, and there is no reason. Too many joys and sorrows pass by in such a hurry, too many life games will have unexpected endings, which have happened many times, and I have no strength. Why is this? A day has passed, and it has become a cloud. Many years later, one day, I finally met my classmates in my school. I said hello and smiled. I don't care about your grades, and I don't care if you are still beautiful, so I left in a hurry. It seems that your life is like two parallel lines without intersection.

As a result, we become indifferent, no longer recall the best friendship we once thought, and only strive for tomorrow's survival. We make the effectiveness of "friends" worthless. I just found out that when young people promise something, they always have a frivolous face that can manipulate their destiny.

E times have replaced too many things that people shouldn't give up, so people no longer have a box of secrets. Goodbye stamps are strange. Too many people put everything into the network, looking for themselves in the e-world, only to find that they are actually dying, so they return to their side and see the beauty of the sky in Prague, completing only half of their diaries. What will be the retro in the e era? I don't know.

Want to fly.

That year, or that day.

Quiet can't bear loneliness, and quiet can't hide emptiness. It seems that I have long been used to the day when I saw the first ray of sunshine and knew what to do. Life may rise and fall like this, the sun sets and rises again, repeated but fresh, fresh but tasteless. Through the window, it is difficult to see the horizon that met the earth that day. Perhaps because of this, we forget that the earth is round and that life is beautiful.

Laughing, I clearly remember a smiling face, which is full of happiness but not just happiness. I think I will never forget it. The boy who put his legs on the edge of the bed, with two steamed buns in his left hand and one steamed bun in his right hand, ate two steamed buns, then looked at the steamed buns with happy eyes, took a sip and tasted the boiled water. He was my roommate, and that satisfied and happy smiling face suddenly made me find that everyone's eyes would be full of it. I will be intoxicated in this world and cannot extricate myself. Every smell and every color will cause my own emotions, excitement or sadness. ...

Want to fly, want to fly away from this world, or dress up this world. I closed my eyes and realized that a picture was sketched out in my mind, which was roughly like this: a small apricot tree with no branches and leaves, tall and straight, with a cane firmly leaning against the tree and a dry well next to it. In the sunset, there is a smiling face, which is so beautiful.

Want to fly? ...

Opposite the angel.

That year was also that day.

Look at the photos and recall the past. Broken memories are re-linked, and it is no accident to find those. It turns out that every day is arranged by God, so when can it be dominated by itself? at present ...

Now go out, go in your favorite direction, walk in your favorite alley, watch all this, go to your favorite audio shop, I don't know the right side of the door. The signboard has been updated several times. Seeing the strange smiling face of the boss again seems to be a long time since I came last time.

The music in the shop is accompanied by the occasional wind chime, which is another kind of silence. Hear an "angel", "You are my angel, I am happy to see you …"! I am thinking that the real angel is not you, but happiness. You belong to you, and happiness is your own. Happiness is an angel, and I am the opposite of an angel. Stay where you are, I can't reach it. If I take a step across from the angel, maybe I can touch happiness.

Took a piece of Jay's "Li Qixiang" and walked out of the video store, silently saying goodbye to the store.

The road under your feet is still your own. It doesn't matter if you take your left foot when you go out. Throw away the bondage and don't worry. The wind is still blowing and the clouds are still flying. When you relax your freedom, walk over there. I saw a church with lanterns. Opposite the church, there is a small and silent pier, littered with straw. Looking at the church from the pier, there is a tribe. Camellia, the ethnic group of the tribe, eats canned food and watches the angel blue bobo skirt swaying in the wind, beautiful but not ostentatious.

Then I walked past the angel and found that happiness is also very simple.

That year, that day, the angel opposite. Everything ran aground.