The days of quietly moving forward, not perception is late autumn. Several autumn, dash of autumn, clear autumn taste more and more concentrated.
Heart like this season, mature day by day, in the years of the long history of quietly flowing.
Increasingly lax record, it seems only a state of mind. With age, more and more to write about happiness and joy in the text, however, that state of mind and heart is more and more rare. In some cases, deliberately exaggerated, but it inner emptiness a loss very. So, reluctantly so trivial days and as chaotic mood repeated and repeated.
Something, the pseudo-hearted plays usually less than the role. Is so mature, but is so naive as intellectual, but as Babbitt.
Look back as far-fetched in the mirror smiling face, a strange and distant. Stiff feeling that smile arc. Not aware there is always sentimental. Life, sometimes, as the drama of a, each of us just plays different roles on stage, perhaps for survival, perhaps as powerful, perhaps only for self-protection. As to achieve the purpose, perhaps we try every means exhausted the means, but the result still is not known.
Hard, good and tired.
To me, not like this way of life. I was kind of reluctant to life wearing a mask, do not want to pretend to be happy unhappy, emotional and do not want to hide their emotions. However, sometimes a particular reason, I only wish such a sacrifice.
So, expecting good luck go hand in hand.
During this time, the stomach often spasmodic pain. Without warning, without cause, like, and the weather, mood. Obviously good during the day, one to the dead of night when it was pain terrible. Eat the gastritis Chongji eat solution spasm medicine, do not play any role. That kind of pain, living death. As tossing and turning, unable to sleep. As correct entangled wrapped around the pain to the bottom of my heart, Words can not express clear. Each time, I think, is something wrong, God punish me? If so, not as disposable as simply. Each sick I have a different understanding of life and sentiment. In fact, life with the spring and summer autumn and winter, seasons change, and repeating.
Every time I have such pain cold sweat fly from the pale, sir, will have in the past do not see the tension and fear. He will be leaning on me, grabbed my eagerly asked: go to the hospital? Very powerful? How do I do? .
He was so helpless that will allow me to have short-term satisfaction and peace of mind, only I, but in any case can not say any word. Because of the pain, because of moving. This is old husband and wife to accompany, it seems more experience. All, more understanding, forgiveness and tolerance.
Rush years, the blink of an eye we work together for so long, and we were already become an indispensable part of my life. Although there are arguments, there is still the Cold War, but it is undeniable that some changes in quiet non-interest-bearing. Only because of each other's heart there is the other side, there is love, there is dismay. The couple was originally alienated intimacy is flat in the catching hand in hand.
So, I wish this feeling is more rugged and more durable.
Recently, like the prose of the Hsi Mu-jung. I always do, over a period of time, like someone some text, seems to miss some of the old days.
I initially read the poetry and prose, or the school Nazhen, partial remember the poem "Farewell". Particularly fond of that two: Not all dreams have had time to realize, not all, have had time to tell you, guilt and remorse, always deeply planted in the hearts after parting.
Chairman of the text plain and simple, surprising ideas and philosophy. Many of her words are about love, life, nostalgia, written in very beautiful. She has a calm and Apprehension state of mind, write out all the emotional mood of that age woman, or joy, or sorrow, or dejected, or lost, like she was telling you face to face.
Grow older, go look, as if those words, not just the surface emotions of the text and some perception of life and experience.
So, it began to read, easy to read at this time or that time, their own thoughts and feelings in their hearts Dangqi ripples lingering ...
Between a look back, only to suddenly find turned out that the efforts of my life, but only to the people around me satisfied with it. In order to win others to praise with a smile, I gingerly itself set into all the shackles of all models went on his way to suddenly find I have only a fuzzy face, and a road of no return. "...