Forgetting Essays in Jianghu Prose

Time, such a penetrating word, suddenly got into my heart and made me feel particularly lonely. This loneliness is terrible, because it is like the water of rivers, lakes and seas, running day and night.

Every night, I will sit down and think quietly: I must learn to forget some meaningless things. There are too many impurities in my brain, so I try to filter them. When I woke up again, I suddenly realized that some things are not so easy to forget.

In fact, knowing each other for three years has always been a fog, and I am at arm's length; My dear friend, what a friendship this is! However, what puzzles me and I can't forget is not the process itself, but the sudden end of the relationship and stupid ideas. I have always believed in one thing, but of course I don't want to say it.

Zhuangzi said: "When the spring is dry, it is better to forget the fish when they are on land." It is said that in the eyes of Taoist priests, there is no difference between life and death. Life is like a dream and death is like death. I think: if we can forget each other, those fish will understand life and death, and their hearts will be at ease in the rivers and lakes. I have also thought about it: if we have to be like these fish, we will think of taking care of each other when the pain comes and each other's flesh is hurt. Why not think about that strange and free life in the Jianghu?

I have always been obsessed with poetry and writing. Once upon a time, he always silently supported my writing. Give me encouragement when I am depressed and comfort me when I am sad. Now, I can only say that it was an unforgettable time.

Writing is actually a very difficult thing, especially writing poems. It makes me feel more lonely. Lying in the dormitory, the night is deep, only outside the window, the lights are still dim. In fact, since ancient times, which scholar has not felt lonely? "Alone in a boudoir, there is an inch of sorrow in my heart", and Li Qingzhao's loneliness is a kind of deep total in my heart; "The bed is full of phoenix trees, but there is no phoenix tree in the moon." Zhu's loneliness is a kind of loss in the moonlight. But why should I feel lonely? Of course you know your heart. I spent a lot of energy and time writing about my growing attachment. Many times, in the ocean of poetry, I seem to forget me and her. In my poem, she is always holy. I know that it is better to let go and forget each other in the Jianghu than to make each other suffer. It's just that I'm not a saint, and I'm still working hard for it.

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Summer ends with a little taste of spring, and there is often a saying in qq space: I am used to living alone. Isn't it? Swallows go to the nest, and when the passion of life no longer exists, they write a poem and are dying. However, I seem to understand that this is only a stage for me. Because of love, how can it be vicissitudes!

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There are two kinds of romantic feelings in the world, one is called caring for each other, and the other is called forgetting each other in the Jianghu. I like to attribute some impossible love to fate, which is shallow and futile after all. Separated by a Zhangjiang River, the river is very long and will always be a love affair. I woke up from my sleep, and the sound of frogs at night was faintly heard in my ears. Levin has lit up the sky outside the window. Such an unforgettable love, such a sad past, such a distant melancholy, when the dust settles, I am still just me. At this time, I firmly believe that there will be a pair of eyes that pass through the world of mortals and look at me silently through the bustling crowd. Needless to say, just silently looking at each other. ...

In the space, a friend's talk shows a new state: mutual affection, if you don't forget.