Grasp that a barren

Grasp that a barren, quietly dragged away the time, lonely autumn had a struggle, and finally lost to the winter, the distant yellow fields, meet the cold, inadvertently has white hair, the white frost on the field everywhere, can not brush the dust of the years, but took away the field only warm, frozen its fragile heart. The winter sun is warm, and the golden light is scattered, but it is only the scenery in the eyes of others, you and I, passers-by in the world, hurry to come, hurry to leave, perhaps inadvertently leaving your footprints, but it only belongs to the dream, never belongs to you. How many times to search, look back, lost time, just to find the dream, this kind of illusory things. However, no one looked back, so, the mistake has been walking, until the end of the end to give up. The wind never roars, it just moves where it goes. The scenery can be seen, the sound is actually the laughter of the wind. Of course, look at different, there is a different world, in everyone's eyes, that is the wind, always in the winter with a knife, tease your face, provoke you, until you angry. Maybe, in their world, it's just games, a way of being friendly. Don't care too much about these complicated things, how life bullies you, you don't know, why care about whether the wind is expressing friendship? Leaves withered, bustling passers-by, never picked up the autumn scene. The soil may be the best place for fallen leaves to return to their roots. No wind, no sunshine, an autumn picture, from the countryside to the city, came a beautiful encounter, but also created a barren.

The person you like is still waiting for you outside the door, but now you have decided to give up. You still have your beloved pencil in your hand, but since then there have been no more exams, and the pencil has no use. Perhaps you always feel that there must be something happening in such a long time, leaving a deep memory for you, so that life can appear incisively and vividly, and there will be the broadest meaning of life. But God has given you the most terrible punishment, he wants you to live a life without waves. This is like a pool of stagnant water, no matter how can not put the slightest ripple. You hate having an umbrella when it's raining. You like a person walking on the road, feeling the cold rain falling on your shoulder, falling on your cheek. It's like snow in the winter sky. It's like that night many years ago that I can never go back. When you had a meeting, he gave you a notebook, the boy was very happy, so thick a book can remember how many words, you want to put your mood all recorded in it, there is the pencil he gave you. But on the way back, you were jubilant, and you accidentally saw them in pairs. So you froze in place. You have only been living in your own fantasy, you have never seen what the real world is like, you have never wanted to take the initiative to understand what information, but have always comforted yourself. That day the white snow drifts, you tell yourself that the dream should wake up. So time travel to the past.

you have never wanted to take the initiative to understand what information, but have always comforted yourself. That day the white snow drifts, you tell yourself that the dream should wake up. So time travel to the past.