Sad emotional prose

1. Conversation begins with silence and then returns to silence.

After walking alone for so long, I gradually got used to this kind of life of traveling around. It seemed as if this scene had stayed in my memory for a long time, and I was just repeating the passing scenery at one stop after another.

At nine o'clock in the evening, I saw a text message from my father, and then mechanically called back, hung up, and answered the call, and started repeating it.

The man said that this winter is surprisingly cold because in the days when the years go hand in hand, we wander and live in exile, but we can never find a place where we can stay warm and peaceful. In the end, we have to remember. A portion cooked in warm.

I don’t know when I started to accept all the views of men indifferently. This acceptance lasted for two years. And what I miss is still the love that I never mentioned in the old days.

2. The weather is starting to get cold again. In the south where there is no heating, the cold and humid air blows in your face. It must be freezing cold in the north at this time. The campus is much deserted in November. It was as if everything had entered a peaceful sleep state.

For a moment, when I walked into the teaching building with my books, the freshman students carried their schoolbags and happily entered the campus, as if we were all still in high school, as if we were running around every day Just for one exam after another, and the ultimate goal is just a few bright red numbers on the college entrance examination paper.

These days, I always think of a lot of my past life, the days when we talked all night long, and the first time we talked, you laughed at my old pick-up lines, but I was speechless with excitement. Perhaps, from that time on, our dreams have lost to reality.

3. Friends said that he left writing, cut off his long hair, and took off his earrings. Start like a quiet child. Listening to pop music, walking on the street cleanly dressed, but the sun is slanting down, and the white world is filled with sadness.

I don’t know what this transformation means, but I don’t have the courage. For me, writing is a way to release inner depression. I have always emphasized that I will not fall in love with words, but I am deeply dependent on words.

I never thought that one day we would delete all the information about each other, and I never thought that after two years of going around in circles, everything would go back to the original days. Don’t you? Know me, and I don't know you either. When we met by chance, I said, "Can we be friends?" You raised your head and said coldly, "I have no friends." Then we walked through the vast sea of ??people.

4. That day, a friend sent me an article on the forum, "You stayed in Kunming, and there was no one to flirt with me." Li Zhi was singing "You stayed in Nanjing, no one will talk to me from now on" at Go to Your Bar. I didn't want to make fun of Li Zhi, but I saw the article "You stayed in Guilin, no one will flirt with me" meaningfully. I have to admit that my friends love me, but Guilin is where I have lived for four years, and I have always believed that it is a clean place.

You once said that the boy I love has a clear appearance, the boy I married is stable now, the boy in my heart is clean and bright, but you are the only man whose appearance I remember, not the boy.

5. What kind of words is "I miss you"? I haven't received such a message for a long time. But one day I unexpectedly received your "Good night, I love you". Let me tell you one last joke. If you laugh, I will be your girlfriend. If you don't laugh, you will be my boyfriend.

But the rain gradually became so heavy that we all disappeared.

6. In the early hours of last night, the same songs were still playing in the headphones, from Zhang Weiwei to Xie Tianxiao. At that time, I listened to "Midian" over and over again. Friends say that our youth no longer exists, and we should work hard for the awesomeness we boasted about when we were young. We have been on the road, going farther and farther, and the older we grow, the lonelier we become.

Situations like this always remind me of Curse’s words. We regard stories as life, but we don’t know that life is not a story. Ju's writings are scar literature. After Ju left, I went to see his paintings, and I have to admit that he is a child with a hot heart and a calm appearance.

A few days ago he wrote an article, "Missing You, Girl with Curved Eyes." I laughed that he would most likely end up drunk to death in Wenwen Village, but I didn’t know that the illustrations in this article were my photos.

7. I have never considered myself an emotional person, and reality has told me time and time again that I am wrong.

That day I accidentally saw the MV of Dazhi when he was discharged from the army. Immortal legend, this old boy who grew up with new generations passed away peacefully. At the end of the MV, the scene of Daji's layup was accompanied by the song "Old Boy". I don't know how many people shed tears at that time. I admit that I also shed tears at the time, but even today when I watch this MV, there are still waves in the corners of my eyes. 8. Mature people are psychologically mature.

I have asked you more than once, what would your expression be like if one day I really stood next to you. You used a very vivid metaphor to tell me the answer, but I still can't learn how to show my mature side in front of you, or maybe the many years of experience between us have destined me to be a child. identity appears in your life.

I remember saying this to a friend, if one day you meet a person who says his name is a man and he says he has no friends, then please remember to tell me and I will go find him. When I talk about this conversation again, my heart is still filled with ripples.

9. Why is "Rebirth" a rebirth?

Because yesterday’s self is dead, we face a new self every day.

So, will you remember me?

Can’t guarantee it. Live every day.

Time, slow down, slow down again. Don't let us leave so soon.

Times, be gentle, be gentle again, don’t let us forget so quickly.

Shh, don’t talk, you’ll wake up your sleeping memories.

10. Having said so many words again, the dialogue with myself over the years has come to an end.

The girl I love, the boy I love, what about you?