Blue Melancholy

Blue Melancholy

One:

Blue Melancholy

How can a sad song relieve the inner depression? How can we pick up the joy? Fragments of emotions fill up the memory. The beginning of a new life will eventually return to the past. It turns out that what is left behind never goes far away, but what is picked up wanders far away.

Life belongs to time - the future, the present, and the past are all confused - I lost the world, the blue sky burst into tears for me in an instant, and my melancholy turned into terror.

What falls gracefully are tears that are more precious than blood. Tears will fill up the past. How could the sadness at the beginning be so broken and occupy my life, but joy will always be with me? No promise. I worked hard to put away my worries, but I never forgot them. Could it be that the only thing that accompanies this life is the blue color of pride? Everything will be revealed in your heart, and what you don't need to pay attention to is what you can't throw away. . . . . .

Two:

Blue Melancholy

Inscription: Melancholy is painful, but also beautiful. On the quicksand of time, towards loneliness and pain, Maybe it's towards eternity.

Does depression have a color? I don’t know. However, I like to call my blues the blue blues.

I really like what Mr. Lu Xun said in "Weeds": "When I am silent, I feel full. When I speak, I feel empty at the same time." I don't know why, most of the time, I was full of melancholy, and my deep eyes exuded a bleak and forbidding cold light. I loved sitting there in silence, looking out the window at the vast wilderness, quietly watching the green fields, and letting my thoughts take flight.

Because of melancholy, I chose silence; because of melancholy, I chose loneliness; because of melancholy, I chose indifference. Because of my melancholy, I hid in a corner like a spider, wandering on my own journey of life, feeling a little more lost, mixed with a little loneliness and helplessness. My brothers and sisters laughed and said that I was pretending to be deep and cool. I smiled and was noncommittal, because I knew that I was definitely not pretending to be deep, and no one could pretend to be that kind of melancholy.

Melancholy has formed a thin layer of ice on my heart. As the days pass by in a hurry, all that is left is the ice. The ice is getting thicker and thicker, and it is getting colder and colder. , forming a completely ice-blue world. In this icy blue world, I have become more and more indifferent, and people have become more cold and arrogant. I have become a sober person who "looks at the world with cold eyes and smiles proudly at all living things". I also deeply understand what "high places" mean. It’s too cold.” (Heart-warming)

There is a kind of person in the world who is born lonely, and this kind of person is destined to be a melancholic person. Melancholy is a major characteristic of lonely people. Only in his own ice-blue world can a lonely person experience his own inner world.

Mr. Gu Long is undoubtedly such a person, a person whose soul is extremely lonely and lonely, and he is even more of a melancholy person. In his icy blue world, he longed for friendship, and also created touching friendships: when A Fei met Li Xunhuan; when Ximen Chuixue met Lu Xiaofeng; when Zhongyuan Yidianhong met Chu Xiangshuai; when Fu Hongxue met Ye Kai; When the desperate Xiao Fang met Bu Ying..., it can be said that the former was an extremely lonely and melancholy person, but the latter gave him a warm hand, great friendship, and pure friendship. , who can say that they are lonely or melancholy? Maybe we are all wrong. We have not understood Gu Long, nor have we experienced his melancholy, let alone the ice blue world in his heart. That's why he chooses indulgence, wandering, and destruction.

If a person doesn’t even understand himself, then who can he understand? But most people don’t understand this clearly. Maybe I really don’t understand myself, and it’s quite a lot of the time, but just a little bit, that’s enough, that’s enough.

Melancholy, the "blue melancholy" in the icy blue world deep in my heart is full of loneliness, coldness and loneliness. Oh, my "blue blues."

Three:

Light blue melancholy

Every morning, I am awakened by the fragrance of flowers. Every late night, I fall asleep with words on my pillow, just lying there. The palm lines of time are inadvertently dyed with light blue melancholy. Hold your breath and gaze at this light blue summer from a distance, using time to frame those deep or shallow traces.

Suddenly, as if lost, those words that belong to me are once again twisted in front of my eyes, bit by bit, scattered and restored. Try your best to calm down the turbulence of every day, return to the outside world, rest your soul in the harbor, embrace nature, and then you will know that the years are quiet and beautiful, and beauty comes from the heart.

Perhaps the slight sadness in the aftertaste of the ink fragrance is the original look. No matter how hard you try to be cheerful, there is a faint disguise. What I knocked out with my weak fingertips were always cold plain words. I became afraid, fearing that the only warmth in my heart that could touch me would be taken away. So I abandoned the gorgeous rhetoric and began to love simple words, simple enough to be able to express my feelings. It makes people feel warm and adjusts the coldness with a kind of temperature. Just like this, every day, I will always choose a time to listen to the soft melody like the rhythm of the years that gently wakes up the dullness, integrate myself into the ethereal atmosphere, let an inexplicable emotion rise and surge, and then write a paragraph, Either with emotion, realization, or catharsis, or just to record this ordinary and peaceful day. Don't let the secular world lose your true nature, and as time goes by, it will settle into a relaxed and free simplicity, gentleness and relaxation.

Staring at life, the years are deep and long, like a river of quiet sunshine, flowing slowly from early morning to dusk, from slightly cool and eager to residual warmth; from the past to the distance, silently sentimental; from innocence to Plain, clear and shallow, counting the past in details. If you can't see clearly, it's because you're too close; if you don't understand, it's because you're too careful; whatever you are ignorant of, pursue, persist in, and lose will all be turned into a plain piece of paper, a landscape, and a song, stored deep in your heart. . In the end, what I can't bear to part with is my life.

I suddenly remembered the little daisies that used to bloom in the countryside in the past, blooming quietly in the mountains, never attracting attention, and blooming quietly and silently. Quietly and warmly nestled on the receptacle, the stamens are immersed with a vague cold fragrance, stubborn and lonely. Then she lost weight little by little, became haggard little by little, and withered away in the bleakness of the season without leaving a trace. (qq signature classic sentence)

Life, this thing, is fragile but tenacious.

Light blue melancholy, listen silently and watch quietly. Close your eyes and feel grateful for this simple but meaningful day every day. When I’m tired, take a nap, cry out when I’m in pain, and look sadly at the sky. The light blue tells me to be strong, keep my inner beliefs, and not be sad.