When I melted in the desert of this time like a pool of mud, I no longer heard the strong beating of my heart. I couldn’t look back on the past or the future, whether time has forgotten me or I have missed time. Once I die, I can no longer smell the breath that I once lived, just like the endless fragrance when flowers bloom and the mud when they wither. Countless people struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle, in the muddy swamp, in the vast grassland, in the boundless empty blue sky, the so-called ideal and belief that I firmly believe in. If you succeed, you will be admired by thousands of people. If you fail, you will be spurned by the world. Success or failure, finally stay in history for a short time, finally, be lost in the long river of time, how calm and silent you can have, history can forget you more thoroughly. I can’t understand and understand. People are getting busier and busier, like ants. They come and go from morning till night, but forget what the purpose of being busy is. Maybe one day, people’s accelerated lifestyle, Let people become real machines. Or maybe one day, people suddenly stopped the mechanical movement, soberly, and realized what they had forgotten. Who knew it. How terrible the time was. I didn’t remember until I realized that the double ten years had passed in a hurry. It seemed that I had passed away. I didn’t remember until I was terrible that I hadn’t left a memory that I could count after getting old. I still counted few memories like a few treasures, neither vigorous nor calm as water. It was time that taught me silence, time that taught me sadness, and time that taught me to walk calmly. I am willing to be like that Photographer. Even if I become a beggar, I still hold what I love. What about beggars. I would like to be like that beggar. When he asks for money from others and others only have half of the money he expected, he can say frankly that it’s OK, then you still owe me half. I don’t know what fate is. I don’t know how life goes. The only reason for me to continue was that when I began to think about why I was alive, I was indeed alive, and I had to live. Death, when I can still think about this question after death, I will think again. If I can’t think again after death, I will be lucky and my life will save me from answering this question. This is good.

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The sound of firecrackers disappeared, the noise disappeared, everything was calm and quiet so fast. People continue to be busy and will not care about whether the moon comes out, whether it is round or curved. Every year at this moment, it will be very exciting, such as the party on TV, the crazy report of news, the mutual transmission of various chat websites and mutual blessing. I don’t know whether that kind of excitement is artificial or natural. The excitement came in a sudden, vigorous but gone away. It has passed quietly for 48 hours before the careful taste. The night is still there, the moon is still there, but the person who appreciates the moon is gone. The students continued to bury their homework, the workers continued to turn the machine, and the salesman continued to knock on the customer’s door. In short, no one paid any more attention to the lonely pity in the sky. Maybe only idle people like me would often look at the sky and the moon. Even if I don’t look at it, I will still have endless reverie in the curtain. I don’t care whether it rises on time or where it rises. It’s good to be somewhere in the sky. Whether it is homesickness or blessing, it is actually just a habit. It’s like seeing someone else posting a dynamic, and it’s the same feeling to click like with your eyes closed. Maybe the Moon won’t come out today. It is heartbroken and tired. Such a hard night shift just brought in cheers for maybe only two hours. It simply asked for leave and asked Lei Gong’s electric mother to be on duty for it. As a result, the two guys managed to show up and went back to sleep. Only leave a quiet night.

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Music always has its own magic. It always makes people calm down when listening to it alone. I once heard such a sentence: listening to a song means listening to a piece of voice belonging to myself. In fact, I have already forgotten music in my life, but when I hear an old song that I am familiar with, I still feel excited. It seems that everyone will place a story on different songs, whether happy or sad, or hurt or painful. Why do songs have such magic power? When I played the melody of music, my heart seemed to have made a trip. With the joy of music, my mind jumps. With the sadness of music, I felt depressed for no reason. Music always accompanies us and grows with us. When I was still pure and ignorant, music was like a gurgling stream, with its crisp sound flowing into my life, leading me through youth and maturity. As I grow older, my interpretation of music has also changed, from superficial sadness to quiet meditation, as if in a journey, as the scenery moves closer, from the hazy distant view to the detailed pondering, and then mixed with some historical stories, it seems to complicate the simple scenery. If you add your own mood, it will be more complicated. The song is for all people, but the people who have heard it have different thoughts. And I think, even if I hear sadness and shed some tears, wipe it off. Don’t worry about anything. Maybe one day, when you hear the song again, it is when the smile is on your face. After listening to a song, it is like following the song for a period of mental path. Happiness, joy, sadness and sadness are performed together. Why bother about the feeling of this moment? As long as sadness does not exist in your heart, there will be no real sadness. People who can listen to a song are just those who treat themselves well quietly, give themselves a rest, stay alone and enjoy themselves in the sea of songs.

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