What are the poems about passers-by in life?

Life between heaven and earth is like a passer-by.

This poem was not learned in class. I just saw it when I went to see Zhihu. I thought it was amazing when I first saw it. How can there be such a sad poem in the world? At that time, I was at the bottom of my life. I chewed it carefully several times, and my face was full of tears.

I am a more emotional and non-mainstream person. When I meet something sad, I can't hide it in my heart and my face can't grow any longer. If you want to cry, you always find * * * in various places. Life is between heaven and earth, and people are born to live between heaven and earth, living a sad life full of emotions, leaving behind a pile of loess. Who can say that it is not like a long-distance traveler?

There is also a deep impression that flowers are similar year after year and people are different year after year. The first time I met you, it was a classmate's birthday speech in QQ space. The picture below shows the birthday party. Reduplicated words are catchy to read and light in tone. But it makes the sad mood more abrupt. At that time, I was wondering if something unhappy had happened to her. A few days later, I had a private chat with her. I just know that she remembered her ex and friends at the birthday party that day, and now she is a stranger. The saddest thing in life is that no matter how hard you work in this life. If you want to do your best, you will eventually become a traveler.

At first, perhaps, your passers-by are classmates, kindergartens, primary schools, junior high schools and universities. Think of it, there are still a few primary school students who can often contact and meet. There may be more middle schools, but no more students are out of touch.

Recently, college students may not contact each other when they are in college, and even less after graduation. We can't predict the future in life, and we can't stop knowing the passing of time and life. I can only watch helplessly and slowly despair. Until you become your last traveler.

And these truths have long been known by the ancients. They are desperate and helpless. Maybe I growled and I was speechless. Dear, when the ancients learned that they could not conquer heaven. They can only write down their feelings and pass them on forever. Let today's people sing and find the meaning of living when they are lonely and helpless and can't believe the cruelty of life.

In fact, maybe life is precious because it is short. If there is infinite life, a lot of happiness can't be realized. And some passers-by in life, from the moment you turn around and say goodbye, will run in different directions, as if you have never met.