A Day Alone

The highest level of life is not to stick to the ordinary, but to release every inch of time peacefully with a calm and shallow heart, and to think about every warm fragrance.

Being alone is sometimes a kind of helplessness, but in fact, it is also growing.

I thought that if I could get along with a friend for ten years, I could conclude that I was a close friend, even for life. After years of washing, I realized how absurd this is! It's just that I misunderstood the connotation of getting along, which is interspersed with mutual help, not simply measured by time. It's not just wishful thinking, silly pay, thinking there will be a courtesy handshake, but do not know usher in the possibility of a knife in your back hard. After all, some people, he did not really to you, just the concept of time just blinded your eyes, think carefully, between the get together is just the occasional phone call or a false sense of hobnobbing. It seems that it doesn't matter how many years you get along with who you are, what matters is whether or not you have experienced hard times when you get along with each other.

I once thought that knowledge changes destiny, but after the ordeal to know that sometimes the opportunity is the opportunity to develop. The bruised and battered, often with a belly full of worthless words, can make the knowledge to get the show, and sometimes need more emotional intelligence there are many levels of support for the soil. Saying that it is a wistful talent, saying that no one appreciates it, are covering their ears, the foolishness of lying like a fool is cute. This high education is tied up in a high court, those who are talented and uneducated are entrusted with important tasks, everywhere. It turns out that the unfairness is the handicap, the handicap is perfect.

Once thought, those who vowed to promise will eventually come true. Repeatedly suffering from ice and rain hitting the face, only to know that some promises are dongsai, is deliberately has been a long lie. No matter what the reason is for it, it does not seem to matter, the ending is the same cruel.

Once thought, by hand to help who a, not looking for a return, also passed. But the results often make you have an unexpected harvest, the other party remembered your good, led your love. And so worried about laboring for a person to go through all the trouble, in the end, the scenario of the bridge is alive and well in front of you. The people's hearts are wicked, or kindness in the absence of sharp, look at those who are snickering, I want to key their eyes.

I thought that my parents would stay with me for the rest of my life, but I didn't know that I would be hit by a bolt from the blue without realizing it. The scene where the family once gathered around to have a drink and talk is now only to be found in dreams. I remember my mother's appearance, but now she is full of silver hair and no longer shines as brightly as she did then. The mother is old, so old that she no longer cares so much about her children's trivialities.

I once thought that if we cut our necks for each other, we would be together for the rest of our lives, but now I realize that the most sincere blessing is to be happy with each other. The familiar voice on the other end of the phone is now turned into a holiday text greeting by WeChat, which seems so strange and distant. The words of the hand-holding in one direction are now thrown away without a trace. In a fast-paced life, air greeting has become a habit, and face-to-face conversation has become a passing fog.

Once thought, can not afford to mess with the villain, can hide. Now I think, where to hide, will still be the villain poked all over the body. The villain has power, more than what is terrible, but no matter where you go, there is always the villain to dodge. As for the "do not do not die", and what "people are doing, the sky is watching" and other words, but sometimes often do not wait for you to see their evil consequences, perhaps this is also God's arrangement. Your kindness always reminds you, of patience, patience is a kind of tolerance, is also a kind of generosity. In the end, the villain will not understand your good intentions, and will only intensify your wounds desperately sprinkled with salt. Sometimes, I want to hit back, but again and again, the kindness of my heart is suppressed.

I once thought that money was far less important than knowledge and less important than status. Now that I think about it, I realize the correctness of the phrase "money is not everything, but leaving money is impossible". The moth to the flame study, hurt themselves, but also spill over to future generations. When the idea to grasp the economy again, at this moment understand the "earn money is more difficult than eating shit" apt metaphor, is simply an all-encompassing philosophy.

Some things are no longer on your mind, some people are beginning to learn to let go and refine themselves in time. The heart of middle age is more a wave of unhurried, each period is an experience. The fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on this.

I thought that the woman who walked through my world, I would forget. The fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things. Perhaps it is destiny to keep each other for life, and it is also destiny to love each other to death but not to combine. But the wind of the years, after all, can not blow away my thoughts, the years like water can not be sealed the memory of that period. The kind of fleeting love, in the depths of my soul, left a mark is forever, think should be a man's natural affection.

I thought that I would return to my roots in my old age and live out my old age in peace. During the day and the villager's gossip, at night count down the stars of the sky. Or fishing, or walking, or invite three or five old folks to taste the old tea. But gradually found that the village has died, and can not be reborn. Perhaps the future is a piece of land, there are no longer farmers, there is no longer a farmhouse, the emergence of the farm owners, and a few dotted villas. When you think about it, the concept of confusion between home and hometown is no longer important, and the inability to find memories has become a new sadness!

I do not know how many "had thought", nor can I finish writing so many sighs, the years on my face carved the mark, so I become more and more melancholy. The idea that a cup of tea, a book, a cigarette, or a confidant is enough, at the moment seems pale and powerless. I want a pot of strong wine, let myself get drunk, have been sleeping, until everything revives, then follow the rebirth.

This intermittent solitude is indeed not long, but the feeling is very deep. It seems to be relieved to see it through, and to live openly. The reality of the world is so disturbing, and self-control is sometimes so weak!

I hope that my future life.

I hope that my future life will be: gentle, interesting, and not too intense; three meals, four seasons, and not too hurried.

Thank you for being alone, feeling once, and grasping the rest of my life!