Netease Cloud's Wonderful Comment on It's Windy

I am a vulgar person, seeing mountains is mountains, seeing the sea is the sea, and seeing flowers is flowers. Only when I saw you, the sea of clouds began to surge, the river tide began to surge, and the small tentacles of insects scratched the whole world. You don't need to talk, I and everything in the world will run to you.

I once boasted that I was half a poet. I saw that the mountain is affectionate and the sea is passionate. I see flowers and grass. They all have stories. Clouds and rivers, insects singing and birds singing, all hide their feelings. Just to see you, the mountains and rivers are silent, the sea is quiet, the sea of clouds is no longer surging, the river tide is no longer surging, flowers, birds, fish and insects are solidified by light and dust, and the world is silent, leaving only you.

You didn't let the water flow on purpose, but you just caused flash floods.

First glass of wine to you. The so-called inappropriate, that is, you like the breeze intoxicated, but I love the wind freedom alone. The second glass of wine to you, you are very clean in the years, lighter than water and clearer than wine. The third glass of wine is for you. I stole your ribs at dusk to make wine, and I was drunk as flesh and blood a hundred years later. The fourth glass of wine is to you. The evening breeze blew away the smell of wine when it passed the pottery altar. I remember all your faces.

Perhaps in a relationship, the hardest thing to let go is that you and I are lovers. I have never done anything unnatural, and you have never done anything wrong to me across the gap. It's just that fate can't fulfill you and me. Therefore, it is probably that under such circumstances, two people's full memories and experiences will be washed away in their thoughts at night and vividly reappeared in their working minds during the day when their youth is not long and their new love has not yet arrived.

Even if the wind is strong, life will not give up.

I hate excitement and I don't like loneliness. I always stay up late, listen to music and think about what I have done alone. No one really loves me. I have no bread or sake. Some people are just lonely and brave. If one day I can't hold on, stand in front of you with red eyes and don't talk and ask anything, take me away. Anywhere is fine.

You give your character to the constellation, your efforts to the chicken soup, your luck to koi fish, and then you say to yourself, "I've heard a lot of truth, but I still can't make it." . That's true. Only ghosts can live well.

The first glass of wine comes back to you. The so-called love can't be that you like the cold winter and snow, but I love the summer breeze alone. I'll give you back the second drink. In my memory, you are pure, cleaner than snow and warmer than summer. I'll return the third glass of wine to you, and I'll give you a poisoned wine full of thoughts in the morning. Training you for a lifetime is harmless to love. I'll give you back the fourth drink. Drink up this drifting wine before dusk, and I will forget all about you. In the name of love, I still want to.

You haven't reached the top of the mountain yet. The wind has convinced you. If one day you encounter obstacles and retreat, I will greet you with flowers on the way. Just say you don't have to say anything on the way, just come with me.

I'm not going with you. I've been anxious enough in my life. Your love letters and horses are too slow to sleep. Forget it. I want to have a good sleep. It's still a little cold in the early morning of April. Why can't I eat all the ice cream? You may not know where I want to go. It's too difficult to climb the mountain and wade. I don't need a key. I have to find something at your house for the rest of my life. I still don't need your advice. I live alone.

Don't come with me. There are too many speculations in life. I can't write sad love letters anymore. The carriage can't go for thousands of sleepless nights, and there is no one to talk to. Eating more ice cream and less in the early morning of April is not good for your stomach. Remember to tell him that you don't like fish balls. I don't fully understand where you want to go. All I know is that you are always in my heart. Crossing the ocean is too long. Leave me the key and keep my memory. I hope you can live better than me.

Favorite sentence: "Why do some people look friendly, but they are always alone?" "Being friendly to others is cultivation, and being alone is character."

"Can you be friends?" This is the beginning of the story. "Can we still be friends?" This is the end of the story.

We are all people who collapse in the dark. We are all dead in our hearts. We are getting colder and colder every day. Every day after refusing to be sensational, we are all hahahaha. There must be something hidden in the deepest part of our unruly accumulation. I have tried my best to turn my life into a comedy, and there is always a sigh in my heart.

I ask myself half a dead man, seeing mountains as barren bones, the sea as still water, flowers as grass rising as dead air, and everything in the world has its day when bones fall. Only when I see you, the bones are colored, the still water is rushing, the flowers and plants are reborn, everything is colored, the soul is restored, and you are in it, smiling at me.

After the last exam, I calmly walked out of the school gate and took the bus around the town for four times, repeating this song constantly. I feel a blank in my heart, with snow or white light, without the glory of the soldiers' sheathing, only the feeling before the coffin was buried, without despair. I feel that I have been preparing for this drama for almost three years. The curtain of this scene has fallen, and there is a feeling of curtain call.

"In this life, I have been wanton and ruined. I have drunk hard liquor, loved rotten people, made bad friends, and never learned how to skillfully drift with the tide of disasters and how to spend my life safely. I have always believed that love is clumsy and tearful enough to resist everything. Some people say that I live for love, which is probably the best and worst thing I have ever heard in my life. " Hmm. I want to say, um.

I remember the Chinese teacher taught us an English sentence: I like you, but I just like you. Just want to say this sentence is good, just want to copy it into the notebook, the teacher told us its translation: even if it is beyond redemption, even if it is lovesickness, I will flirt with you, and the years will remain the same.

You are a string of notes from winter to the sun, flowing on all the peaks. You are the rain in March, and the whole mountain forest is wet. You are the god of believers, my only belief, my inseparable oxygen, the years when youth was ignited, the last candy in my hand, and the person who was fixed as a memory in my mind.

You are a cicada, awakening the twinkling clouds. You are a lemon in June, and you are green all summer. You are the apricot blossom in the south of the Yangtze River, the only way for me to go home, the star on my vast Yuan Ye, the stone wishing at the age of 17, the last touch of red in the picture, and the person who finally lost himself in the Jianghu in Muli.

And your first glass of wine, the so-called love is that you like Ling Xue at the top of the mountain, but I love the melting water at the foot of the mountain. The second glass of wine is with you, and your heart is tender, cooler than the wind and more transparent than the clouds. The third glass of wine will accompany you. I will drink with my lover at midnight, and I will leave you alone after that night. The fourth glass of wine is with you, and Qingyun floats across our hospitable place. I still remember all your warmth.

Bai once said: "There will always be times in a person's life when his heart is turned upside down, but in the eyes of others, you are just a little more silent than usual, and no one will be surprised." This kind of war is doomed to be alone. "