My Loneliness is an Excellent Prose Even in Defeat

At dusk in June, it suddenly started to rain heavily. Outside the window, the whole world seemed to be instantly immersed in smoky gray. Breathing seemed to be frozen in an instant. My heart drifts away with the rain.

When I was a child, when I saw a mountain, I always wanted to climb over it. See what kind of world is on the other side of the mountain.

Later, when I climbed over the mountain, I found that the other side of the mountain was not what I expected in my memory. I wanted to turn around and go back, but found that I could no longer find the way I came.

I vaguely remember the time when I first started working. When you go to a restaurant to eat alone, you are always reluctant to order expensive dishes. Then, a few years later, when I went to a restaurant again, I could randomly order a few dishes I wanted to eat when I was a child, but I could no longer taste the same food as I remembered.

I once dreamed of growing up quickly, working by myself, making money by myself, and then traveling around the world. Later, a few years after graduation, due to work requirements, I often had the opportunity to travel. I have the opportunity to see different scenery, but I find that those strange cities, those strange faces, those strange nights, those waking up alone after changing cups and cups, are so lonely and cold. I have walked through different cities and seen different scenery, but I don’t have the same mood in my memory when I saw the scenery.

Some people say that "nostalgia" occurs when you pack your bags and stay away from your hometown. I put down my bags and returned to my hometown, but without the "poetry and distance". Therefore, people always chew "nostalgia" in the distance and look at the "distance" in their hometown.

It seems that this is life.

Suddenly forget how to sing harmony when everyone is singing, forget where you are when you wake up from drunkenness in the middle of the night, ask in the morning wind and the moon, "It has been so many years, who is this evening?" Time goes so fast, we always fail to keep up with it without realizing it. So, I slowly got used to the rush of time, slowly became silent, slowly got used to walking on the street alone, slowly raised my head to look at the sky, put on sunglasses to cover my tearful eyes, and smiled to greet The loneliness this world offers.

Some people say that loneliness is a person's happiness.

It’s not that I don’t know how to treat people, or that I can’t “play both ways”, it’s just that I am addicted to loneliness.

In the quiet midnight, think back on what happened on this day, the people you met, and the words you said. It is inevitable that sometimes I feel happy, sometimes I smile bitterly, and sometimes I feel deep. When I was young, I was irritable when something happened, and I always wanted to solve it quickly, and always thought about how to do it perfectly; but when I grew up, I realized that the moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows. For some things and some people, it is also a kind of beauty to leave some regrets and thoughts. The world is inherently imperfect, so why insist on perfection in everything?

When youth is fading away, I look back on the road I have traveled over the years, the scenery I have seen over the years, and the "those flowers" I have chased over the years. Some are sweet, some are bitter, some are remembered, and some are memorable. Forget. When I was young, I never knew how to cherish and be gentle with the world. So in the end, we also received feedback from the world. It left regrets in our youth, made us pay for the youth and frivolity of the past, made us shed tears for the past that we cannot go back to, and left a deep or deep trace in our hearts. Light, bright or dark scars.

Some sorrows can be told to others, some happiness can be shared with others, and some loneliness can only be drunk by oneself.

It is said in the movie "Passing Through Your World": "As long as the person waiting for me at the end is you, it doesn't matter if it's late. As long as it's you, that's fine."

Yes. , waiting for me at the end. What a beautiful sentence, but so heart-wrenching.

Many people on Douyin are interpreting this passage, "deceiving themselves" with great expectations. Because, we can comfort ourselves for various reasons, there will be such a person waiting for me at the end. Therefore, we can be more picky, we can be more unbridled, we can squander a few more years of youth, we can be crazy and drunk again.

However, many people forget. If you don't find the direction of your life. You have lost your way on the ups and downs of life. Where will the person waiting for you wait for you at the end?

Some people say that girls become picky when they miss the person they most want to marry; boys become casual when they miss the person they want to marry the most. Therefore, more and more people in this world are "going with the flow", and more and more lonely souls are wandering on the streets of every city more and more nights.

I always think that the world owes me too much, and I always think that there is someone "tailor-made" for me waiting. And in the end, the song ends and people disperse, and the road and people are confused.

Stop and think about it, is the world "sick"? In fact, it’s not the case. In this materialistic world, we think too much, want too much, and ask for too much, but we forget to be gentle to the people around us. We always smile at strangers but keep our bad temper to ourselves. We always think that if two people are separated, they will definitely meet someone better again.

But they don’t know that there are no two identical leaves in this world, so how can there be two completely compatible people? I once told a friend that the most beautiful form of love is when two people understand, tolerate, and encourage each other, and eventually become what they like best in each other's eyes.

I think the most beautiful thing about love is not only that when we first met, you were unique in the world, but also that I was unique in your eyes. It should also be that we can enjoy the beauty that life has given us together, and we can also experience the hardships that life has given us together. We can also look back on the road we have traveled together, comfort each other, accompany each other, and walk together for the rest of our lives in the simple time. ***Whiteheads.

After the college entrance examination, many civil affairs bureaus across the country ushered in a wave of "divorce" peaks. Many parents choose to go through divorce procedures after their children's college entrance examination. I think this will not affect my children's learning, and I think this can minimize the harm. But have you ever thought that if you avoid the college entrance examination, you can avoid your children's life? Have you forgotten that you once swore to God: "I want her (him) to be my wife (husband). From today on, we will have each other and support each other, no matter good or bad, rich or poor, sick or... We all love and cherish each other until death."

Have those vows and the beauty of holding hands disappeared so easily? Since you can't put on the most beautiful wedding dress for her, stop unbuttoning her buttons; since you can put on the most beautiful wedding dress for her, please cherish her for the rest of your life. Because, since you choose, please cherish it; since you love each other, please love deeply.

In "Passing Through Your World", DJ anchor Chen Mo once used his voice to accompany passers-by returning home at night, and warmed lonely souls one after another, but later he never He can't warm anyone, because he is the loneliest one.

Zhang Jiajia said, "I hope to meet someone like you, like the refreshing wind in the mountains, like the warm light of the ancient city. From early morning to night, from the mountains to the study. As long as it is you in the end , That’s it.” This may be what love looks like when we first meet, as refreshing as the wind in the mountains and as warm as the light of the ancient city. Therefore, many people are waiting, many people are watching silently, waiting for the wind to come. But no one knows when the wind comes, and cannot keep it when it goes away. Just like this "love" that is ridiculed, it is so fragile in the wind, so unable to withstand temptation, so insecure.

Therefore, more and more people do not believe in love, and more and more people would rather choose to face the world alone. But I want to say that although love is as unpredictable as the wind when it comes, as long as we keep a gentle heart and a pure original intention, the wind will stop on the street corner where you live.

It’s just that many people remember the wonderful encounter, but forget how to stay together in peace. So there is always that biting loneliness, stopping on the wrinkled paper in the quiet night.

I suddenly remembered the song "Snow": "A sudden snow fell so purely..." It was just raining outside the window, but a whole season of snow fell in my heart.

As time goes by, I find myself more and more nostalgic. Some refuse to accept new things, while others like to remember old friends. Maybe it's because I'm getting old, so I've become a bit pretentious. When I open QQ, I like to read stories from long ago, look at old photos from long ago, listen to old songs, and warm a pot of old stories.

I can’t help but think that in ancient times, communication technology was underdeveloped, and people far apart could only send letters by wild geese. And a letter sometimes needs to be transferred through multiple stations before it finally reaches the other party's hands. Therefore, in that era, many people only had time to love one person in their lifetime, and no matter how strong their longing was, they could only be conveyed through a piece of letter. Therefore, in ancient times, there was a lot of beautiful love, a lot of "paper is short but love is long", and there were also a lot of "letters from home are worth ten thousand gold".

With the development of modern communication technology, many people are accustomed to "fast food" love. But in the end, they forgot that love is not only the surprise when they first meet, the passion when they fall in love, but also the silent companionship in the passing years, and the sentence "Company is the longest confession of love in the world."

Recently, I am obsessed with some phrases about "small". I like to listen to Little Lucky, Little Love Song, Little Forever.

Maybe the world is too big, but my heart is too small, and I can only pretend to be you. Live a small life with me of "one room, two people, three meals, four seasons, five tastes, six desires, seven emotions, eight characters, nine deaths, and a lifetime".

I am lonely, but not alone. Because there will be such a person who will accompany you deep in your soul.

I just built a "Utopia" deep in my heart, trading flowers for wine in a world like a peach blossom garden, singing and walking. When I walk through the bookstore on the corner, I like to buy a few of my favorite books; when I pass through the mountain path, I can't help but take a few photos of the flowers on the roadside; I wait for the misty rain when the sky is blue, and I wait for you when the lanterns first turn on.

I meet you in the depths of the sea of ??books, I reunite with you in a romantic place in the mountains, and I stay with you when the starry night dims. I think, because I believe in fate, no matter how noisy the world is, no matter how crowded the crowd is, I will definitely meet you unexpectedly. Because, as long as you are willing to work hard, time will give you what you want.

I think that my loneliness is glorious even though it is a defeat.

I have always wanted to be a simple person, simple and happy, consistent. I have a career I love, a healthy body, and my loved ones are still by my side. Have a house of your own, raise a dog, raise some flowers and plants, read your favorite words in your spare time, and make yourself a cup of coffee when you are busy. You have your own principles for being a person and your own philosophy for doing things. Be a free and uninhibited "layman", ride the wind when it is moving, enjoy the flowers when it is quiet, watch the snow when it is cold, and enjoy the moon when it is hot. Sing softly throughout your life, and be happy all your life. Rise with the wind and be at ease with whatever comes.

You can see deer when the trees are deep, and whales when the sea is blue. See you when the wind blows, and go home with peace of mind.

I have tasted the joys and sorrows of the world, experienced the ups and downs of human relationships, and gained insight into the ugliness and complexity of human nature. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but nothing except Wushan was like clouds. When I look back suddenly in a dimly lit place, I can still lower my eyebrows and smile; when I take a nap in a windy and snowy place, I am still grateful and do not forget my original intention; when I return after reading all the thousands of sails, I am still a young man.

I think that maybe that young man will be lonely, but he will be honored even though he is defeated.