Time is like a wisp of smoke, visible and intangible. Time is like leaving rings on me, rough and rough. But what is left for the years is endless sadness. Along the way, I have witnessed too many joys and sorrows, black and white changes. I don't know whether the world has changed us and made us say goodbye to simplicity and innocence, or whether we have changed the world and become cruel.
If I wasn't born to take responsibility. I think I should be able to live more smartly and freely. Carefree comes and goes like the wind. Everywhere you go, full of green is the beauty of others and your own happiness.
The world is really weak sometimes. Although I smile, I take it calmly. It doesn't matter if I say it. In fact, my heart is very fragile and full of scars. I don't want to be assimilated by this world and so on. I am as stiff as a mouse in order to avoid others' attacks. But when I also greeted people with a smile and began to say those irrelevant words, I gradually understood that at first, everyone had ceramic-like smooth skin and clear eyes. Pure new dream, isolated personality. Day after day, I chase after the waves and bamboo, only to find that what I despise is the best interpretation of protecting myself. So another person is assimilated by the social model.
Only in the dark can I find my own corner, take out my tired and busy thoughts, take out my deep memories, enjoy the beautiful moonlight and tell my true feelings. Let every inch of skin be immersed in music, and wash your flashy figure with beating notes.
Life becomes stale in cruelty and dreams wither in reality.
The clock on the wall kept swinging. In fact, each of us has our own wall clock-the heart. Although it doesn't flow at a uniform speed, it accurately records the mental journey of our life, which is bumpy and bumpy. When the clock stops, our lives will also end. Maybe this end is the beginning of another new life. It's just that we don't know where it started and where it ended.
Life is long, and youth is short. All death-oriented practice is to live better.
The falling leaves flying all over the sky quietly go through the course of life and will eventually return to their hometown-the earth. Moths long for instant brilliance and realize the meaning of life with hysterical flames. O 'Hanxuemei is in full bloom in the wind, and interprets her unique charm with actions. Lotus petite body shows tenacious vitality in the predicament, resisting the cruelty and ravages of nature with unyielding perseverance. They are even stronger than some people because they all have their own beliefs and pursuits. For it, they would rather pay the price of their lives, even everything.
If the sky is going to be a great task for Sri Lankan people, they must first endure the pain of thinking, exercise their bones and muscles, starve their bodies and skin, and do whatever they can, so be patient and get what they can't. This was their motto before their death and became their epitaph after their death. Why doesn't this life deserve our awe and praise?