The edge of earthly and floating dreams

The edge of earthly and floating dreams

People who are easy to be alone are easy to meet. But who knows easy to meet the person is the most easily lonely.

—— Preface

When our hearts can lay down the world, it means that our souls are enough to carry all the dust and filth of the Earth.

Nothing can be erased, for nothing is worth remembering.

More Charming than eternity is short, because it is difficult for us to have her.

More than a person's life is often ahead of the age is not his thick blood flow speed and the size of the lonely skeleton, but his life rings and wrinkles in the heart.

To wake up and sleep, shuttling between the earth and the floating dream of the edge. We saw the hate. I saw the unknown of myself many years ago. See the Maple leaf that will still be yellow after many years. I know we've been captured by ourselves.

How many lights, there will be how many lone shadow. As if wandering in the Earth's silent dandelion. Just a moment we all stop. To say goodbye to this earthly shyness. Because the shadow will disappear. Will die. will be extinct. As if she had never been humble with a faint light.

The lean of youth is like a ghostly woman who has walked for centuries and is reluctant to stop. In fact, the woman is old. In fact, youth has been over.

Close your eyes in the withered night and write a few lines of angry words. When you sniff, you will find a hysterical and charred taste. Taste a mouthful, first sweet, then become sour, and finally become we also can not name the bitter.

Always walk a lot of the road that should not go. Turn around. Turn. Try. Find. Stay. One day, when we looked at the fuzzy texture of our feet, we knew we had lied to God a lot.

We hate lies. But always like to say a solemn promise not to tell lies after a series of bright and gorgeous lies. It turns out that we are all willing to walk along the memory of the people.

The bells will finally stop. Only because he had a hard time to ring.

When a lonely firework fled to the edge of a wooded cliff, I was assured that she would fly brightly. Even knowing that there is never a daylight.

When you finally know that decay will last longer than ever, dear ones, you will take a'm wondering what attitude to the spring subway.

Tearing the ugly scars that have healed quickly until they see the same red pool of blood as the first time they were destroyed. So pretend to tell yourself, in fact, everything can go back to the original point, as long as we are willing.

People who are easy to be alone are easy to meet. But who knows easy to meet the person is the most easily lonely.

Can't afford to take it. Not fit. Can't get away. Can't stop. To go back and forth to circulate, a fierce look back only to find that we still in situ dream.

I used to like the music of a singer. He is a creative wit. Once caused a sensation. Now seems to have fallen. Someone will see him singing under the bright spotlight light. Once the once-overbearing underground carried his songs in every album. Listen to memorized. Then they blow them out them off again. And now it's re-downloaded to the phone. I just don't want to hear it anymore. But I do not want to delete. Occupy the tiny memory of the phone. Also occupy a tiny memory somewhere inside of me. I know I just can't bear to erase the old time. I know I'm just using this humble way to deliberately retain some obscure memories of my life.

Look at yourself in the mirror. Look at the eyebrows between the only angry and full of acne. I just remember that my acne is from the beginning of the budding. Now I'm a senior. These years have never been left. Always in a fixed position. is always the mold of anger and perverse. Always in the mirror to complain, but now will be timid to hope that her good stay. I can cherish the time with her. Because I don't know when she will leave my body completely. And will not tell me that youth is over.

They will always envy my white cheeks. But I've always admired them for not growing pimples. once said. And now it's still said. Just when they say it, I just smile. We are all very foolish. Why would you ever see your own closed area? Why not really let go of these false and dangling things. Repeat. blindly pursue. We'll never be in touch with them until one day. Then together toward the old time that end.

When we really put down the time, we will find that the original eyebrow between the long acne himself is also very beautiful. So high up the ponytail, showing eyebrows, confidently smile with people. Even if the cheeks are darker, they also have a big mouth and a big smile sign.

Want to go home very much. Would like to eat the mother made lettuce and steamed bread. But I know that the day will eventually be very far away. Difficult to reach. Maybe this is a dream. When I was bent on going to college, I never went home again. But now I understand that some things are really hard to go back.

Sitting in bed for almost four years, but found that some things on the bed have been placed in the style for almost four years. Yes. I haven't moved in four years. They lived with me in this strange apartment. Now know that you will leave but still do not do anything to leave the action.

My sister has been back home. My mother asked my sister to take my favorite pebble bun and potato beans for me. Grandma also bought me my favorite raisins and let my sister come. Look at the thing that finally came to my hand. Looking at a layer of folds of plastic bags under the parcel of my once most favorite food. So I can no longer bear the speed of tears dirty. I don't have any. Growing up one day is still incapable of retaining time for their cruel exploitation. How many humble happiness can I create for them when they are old?

Open the bag filled with raisins. The star is full. Strong. The shyly on the bag was printed with 15.9 yuan Children's Day Catty. Very expensive. I know grandma must buy me the best raisins. Through the full of raisins, I seem to see how many years ago the strong grandmother in the hard work will never finish the farm work and then hard to raise their mother aunt and uncle them. I seemed to see the back of my grandmother's memory never smooth. Veins convex. Rough and dry. I think of my grandmother's old ears when I came home, because I could not hear the sound. Grandmother is almost 80 years old. Legs Jianlang. Have a good appetite. Without any disease. My mother said it was a blessing that my grandmother had built in her life.

Looking at a full of raisins, but always do not have the heart to pick up a put into the mouth to eat, because always feel unworthy. If I go to eat, then I swallow not only a small simple raisins, but the grandmother in my body poured the ardent hope.

Watch the mother buy the stone bun and potato beans. I remembered the last time I left home when I had a quarrel with my mother. I was so hard to get out of my home with my backpack. I snuck away a long way alone. There were no melted snowflakes on the road that day. The day has been very cloudy. In fact, it is early morning but like dusk. The mother finally rode the electric motorcycle to follow up. My mother kept asking me why. I don't want to say why I just cry. Finally my mother scolded me for being stubborn. I said it was all your fault. Why am I stubborn? Sister why stubborn. These are all created by our childhood deformed family environment. The children of the family are willing to do so. Who has been truly happy these years? Mother has been mumbling to say yes, all blame me. It's my fault. The mother pulled out 700 pieces of money from a crumpled toilet paper. All tucked into my hand. My mother's weak body temperature. I turned my back. Didn't speak. Finally the car came, I put on the luggage jumped in, did not look back to mother. Find the last seat of the car by the window. Lower your head. Cry of splinters.

I know I hurt my mother, but who knows I will be more uncomfortable than her. That afternoon, my sister called to say that her mother had called her and had been crying. She asked me what was going on. I was angry to hang up the phone. Don't want to mention it again.

We have to go through all the pain and tears in our lifetime to have happiness. Right. I am a bad boy. Please raise all the pain in my body, let me go to hell. Let me not turn over forever.

One day I called my mother back. I apologized to my mother. Say I'm not right. Mother said, the life of a person is not really a lot of meaning, is so silly to live. At last I heard the laughter of my mother. Although I know mother has already cried.

In fact, I have been suffering from my conscience every day when I leave home to school. Every day in the heart of a part of these pain and sorrow occupy. It's hard to be told, but not for anyone. I know these are the dark things that must be endured in the growing years. I know I'm going to take my mother to the light as I walk through the dark areas that I should bear. Let her live a happy life. Forget the sad years that had been hard. Even know that will never forget thoroughly.

2014.3.16 Sunday 10:36 at the school 3A apartment

Warm PostScript

Dormitory four persons. I. Hui. Jiao. Mei.

Mei is from Beijing. Rich second generation. All the work at home is arranged. I don't come to school now. She said she would come in May when she was more than a graduate design.

The rest of us are three children who have nothing. I and Jiao grind an examination, but she did not ideal. She is a very clever child. I always envy. So jiao now with Hewlett-Packard run every day in Xi ' an restless city each has a job fair corner. Take a two or three-head bus, and then, after that, line up two or three teams, handing out a meager resume. Said to be back for notice. And then there's no more information. Or have an interview opportunity, but after the interview, they say two weeks notice. So they went on to run the job fair. Jiao said, now work is to find sales, education is not limited. Hey. with another sigh.

They complain when they come back from the air. The poor boy. I woke up early this morning and then cleaned up. Said to go to the stadium to attend a job fair.

This is how I did, and I didn't know what I was going to do. Trepidation. Every day in the school and other national line. A school waiting for possible transfers. I am very stubborn and persistent. Because I haven't been to a job fair since last year to this year. I am very determined to graduate this road. Because I want to be a graduate student. Because I want to achieve a humble commitment to my mother. Because I know I have to be a graduate mother to be happier. In fact, for mothers of this age group, children should be all hope. So I don't want to disappoint my mother. So I've been waiting here every day. Although it is hard to wait for the pain every day. But the thought of a mother may have more smiles, I feel that everything is worth it.

The edge of earthly and floating dreams