The flowers fell helplessly

There is no choice but the flowers fall away

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There is no choice but the flowers fall away

2008-06-0707:51 Author: Yan Ran 0 people have read | 1 comment Related articles | I want to contribute

It has been many years, and there has been no news about Xuan. Never thought of him and will never forget him. Life is like this, some are brothers and sisters who accompany you throughout your life, and some are just brothers and sisters who walk together for a while. Obviously, Xuan belongs to the latter.

A few days ago, I unexpectedly received a call from him. A kind of long-lost kindness was conveyed to me, and my heart suddenly returned to those long-lost times.

In my memory, Xuan was tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had a fair complexion that was rare among boys. His speech was humorous, and his smile was always warm and friendly. Not addicted to tobacco or alcohol, with clean fingers and elegant manners. When I met him, he was still a student in the composition department of the Conservatory of Music. The piano is played like flowing water, and the bass is played like thousands of horses galloping.

Perhaps because of his better family background and his talent, he attracted the attention of many beauties in the dance department. And he always said disdainfully: flashy and flashy, it can only beautify the eyes but not the heart. I always joke and say: Everything that is both eye-catching and heart-pleasing lives in Qiong Yao’s writings. You will not be disappointed if you go there. He would then say: Hey, when did you even learn and understand how to be a talker? Be careful not to get married! It made me chase and beat him wildly.

One day, Xuan finally showed up with a pure and lovely girl - Xianxian. As expected, he has good taste, which is both eye-catching and heart-pleasing. Soon, Xianxian and I, who studied art, became good brothers and sisters. In my eyes, Xuan, who studies music, and Xianxian, who studies art, are a match made in heaven.

Xianxian often told me that under the moonlight, when Xuan held the guitar and sang for her, the hazy eyes in her eyes were like the moon in the water. And when Xuan kissed her, the delicate softness seemed to be floating in the clouds.

The most impressive thing is that one time Xuan and Xianxian just entered the dormitory door and saw me reading alone. They unexpectedly suddenly made a pose, and then said to me seriously and unsuspectingly. : Please enjoy the latest performance art produced by the beautiful painter Xianxian - "A graceful person leaning alone on the langan". It almost made me burst out laughing.

Xuan would often compose music and poems for Xianxian on the lakeside with the rippling spring breeze; he would also serenade repeatedly under Xianxian’s window in the winter when snowflakes were flying; and he would also sing a serenade with Xianxian on a beautiful midsummer night. The bicycle, with its fluttering white skirt, shuttles along the campus' tree-lined avenues. (Beautiful ancient sentences)

When they graduated, Xuan and Xianxian were inseparable. Still romantic as hell. I always thought that as a golden boy and a beautiful girl, they would definitely go to the palace of marriage. However, things are always not as expected.

After graduation, Xianxian applied for a job as a planner at a large advertising company, while Xuan gave up her place in school and went into business.

Maybe it’s because Xianxian and I are the same sex and have many very different characteristics between us, or maybe because Xuan went to work and wandered around the world, Xuan and I gradually lost touch after graduation. The relationship was established, and the friendship with Xianxian has continued to this day. After that, everything between Xuan and Xianxian was told to me one after another by Xianxian.

Xuan went into business, but soon ended in failure. Xianxian, on the other hand, is very good at working in the advertising company and is highly valued by the leaders. Xianxian is often busy at work and does not always accompany Xuan who is frustrated in her career. As for Xuan, when she sees someone courting the beautiful and capable Xianxian, she feels very uncomfortable. Then she thinks about the reality of her own poverty, so she makes up her mind to pay homage to Xuanxian. The yuan marches on.

So, regardless of Xianxian’s strong opposition, Xuan resolutely started his acupuncture career.

From then on, Xuan’s morning started in the afternoon. Many cities have left behind his songs and footprints.

Xianxian and I once took a car ride for several hours to go to a certain city to watch Xuan's performance. At that time, Xuan's fingers already had traces of cigarettes. He is well-dressed, but has lost his previous elegance. What exudes from the whole body is a thick sense of wandering vicissitudes. He said proudly: Hey, this is the second car I bought! The words were full of pride and pride.

When he said this, I noticed that Xianxian frowned and lowered her head.

To be honest, I also dislike the tone of his voice. And Xuan on the stage made me feel even more strange.

His originally neat and smooth hair was made to stand up unevenly by the gel water, and he was wearing a performance costume full of sequins. Holding the microphone in his hand, his sensational sentences resounded through the performance hall like tongue twisters. The movements he performs instantly are completely different from those of the past.

My heart was hit by something and it hurt. And Xianxian, who was sitting next to her, burst into tears. I hugged Xianxian quietly and comforted him: Society is constantly shaping people, as long as his heart remains unchanged. Besides, isn’t he doing it for you? (Slogan)

When I say something, I feel like I don’t mean it.

After the performance, Xuan and those "pig friends and dog friends" in Xianxian's words went to Xiaoye, while Xianxian and I returned to the hotel. After a night of silence, I knew that Xianxian needed to sort out the emotions between her and Xuan at all times.

The next day, when Xuan came to see us off with his tired body, I was about to deliberately find a way to avoid it and wanted to give them some time to talk. However, I was gently called by Xianxian. Lived. So, I saw Xianxian pretending to smile and say to Xuan, who was also pretending to smile: Okay, we are going back, take care. goodbye.

As Xianxian’s best friend, I already understand all the meanings of the word “goodbye”.

On the way back, Xianxian changed from her usual liveliness and cheerfulness, her thoughts were wandering and her expression was lost. Suddenly, she pointed at a petal floating in the wind and said, "The flower fell helplessly."

The flowers fell helplessly. The relationship between Xuan and Xianxian was not as perfect as I imagined, but came to a sad ending.

Now Xianxian is a woman and a mother. Xuan, on the other hand, is still wandering around without a fixed residence.

Xuan didn’t ask about Xianxian’s current situation on the phone. Presumably, he also knew that what was gone was gone forever.

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There is no choice but to let the flowers fall away (exaggerated sentence)

It is indeed winter now. It seems that I was not wrong to hate it before. That's what I think at the moment. It is precisely because of this that it makes me feel cold, not only in my body, but also in my heart. I miss my spring very much. That smiling face is my treasure, my incomparable treasure, and I cannot let it become a miss. I want to see it with my own eyes, but I am missing it right now. Your happy smile is enough to be worth any effort I make. Your smile is my spring, the only one. Fortunately, there are a few photos that have not been deleted by you to accompany me through the cold nights, carrying them through the lonely winter, waiting for the spring of nature, and hoping for my spring to appear.

I can’t imagine that I am watching Lonely approaching, naked and naked. My brothers and sisters, could you please come over for a drink and vent my sorrows?

I understand that reality is cruel. Is love more cruel than taking away a life? It is more cruel than those who lose their lives and their compatriots. That was the battlefield, and the battlefield was cruel and bloodthirsty. I'm not afraid at all that I'm going to lose my life over this. But I am afraid that I will fight alone. I promised to carry it together, but you are beating me, slowly tearing my heart apart, silently telling you to stop. You have already been controlled by some kind of thought. Continue slowly. tear.

Love seems so fragile and powerless to me. You can't resist the evil thoughts, and then they slowly spread into your heart and deprived me of my favorite smile.

I love my love, but I have no words to use it to destroy my people. Your weakness is slowly eating away my strength. It's obviously cannibalism that some people are desperate to see.

Love falls into the ruthless stick, and the face remains in the empty attic. Seeing pairs of couples begging for each other sincerely, I am wandering without anyone to ask for help. I feel empty and lingering, and all my tears flow. Plants and trees also know sorrow, why are they so heartless, sighing in this life, who will give it up and who will take it away? Leave it to the cold wind and spring, leave it alone, endure the flood and stay.

Ah, what is said to last forever, everyone laughs in a blink of an eye; what is said to last forever, but the end is uncertain.

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There is no choice but to let the flowers fall

The things in WeChat on mobile phones are easy to understand, but there are very few that are truly tasteful and artistic. Look, every morning on the street, as the cleaners clean up, cigarette butts, shredded paper, fallen leaves, and plastic bags are rolling on the ground. Passers-by stay away, and everything is no different from yesterday.

I always pass by the Dabei Kiln in the early morning when I go to work. Most of them were outsiders with backpacks and umbrellas. Because it was so early, the city of Beijing seemed to be still snoring in a drowsy state. The street lights on the street were shining brightly, as if they were still drowsy.

In the glitz and lightness, you are pondering the maturity after vicissitudes of life; in the dim light, the beautiful woman looks back, lingering with infinite deep love.

Contact with some little people in life, simple, natural and very comfortable. Among them, there are no intrigues or scheming politicians; there are no sinister and bloody myths about the world; there is no intention to harm others or ourselves.

The baby sleeping peacefully in his mother’s arms, look how cute he (she) looks like his or her mother! Early in the morning, some students carrying schoolbags to school were jumping and playing; some gathered together and whispered to each other. Grandpas and aunts walked peacefully and naturally, carrying some vegetables in their hands, and some were old couples, helping each other and supporting each other...

This is the real world, a real, boring, but helpless world. world!

It is precisely because of the hopelessness and coldness of reality that there is another spiritual world. The beauty of poetry, songs, thoughts, and imagination in it deeply attracts people with a strong desire for knowledge, making people Escape from reality, ignore its existence, and live in an imaginary spiritual world all day long, carefree, longing for old age and heaven and earth -

As a boy, the best things to do on the street every day What catches your eye is the beauties around you; and does a girl also secretly pay attention to the beautiful men passing by? Unable to perceive, haha!

Just chatting casually, talking about everything, and pointing out the country; smiling at "spring rain is as precious as oil, summer rain is full of sorrow, autumn rain is full of flowers, and winter snow is floating in the air."

Inside and outside the play, life is like a dream, how many flowers and plants are there? How much gratitude and hatred? The stars are shining brightly and blinking playfully. Who in this world knows my heart?

Natural, calm, peaceful, safe and healthy. Without the pressure of survival and the face behind the mask of disguise and concealment, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, competing for beauty, admiring the refinement of Clivia, the strikingness of orchids, the national beauty and fragrance of peonies, and the colorful and colorful roses.

Thousands of beautiful Qionghua blossoms that are hard to describe in words, lingering with thousands of complex feelings; floating in the air, a dream of China!

Although there are many unsatisfactory things, this mortal world of sun and moon reincarnation has the rich and colorful lives of ordinary people, and all kinds of love, hate, sorrow and sorrow are performed on this stage.

The earth is home and the foundation of survival. All mirage-like imaginations and fanciful dreams in Arabian Nights must be built on top of it. Based on it, we can achieve detachment and freedom through repeated cycles. , there is a classic masterpiece that flows through the ages.

No matter you criticize the sky or the earth, the world endures silently, without any explanation, let alone anger and harsh words. Everything is still running step by step, the moment is still "ticking", and the flowers are still the same. So delicate and beautiful, the world has no pain or change at all, leaving you helpless and the flowers fall away...