The Moped Diaries

Rule number one: there is only one person in your life.

There is always only one person. Think of a person in my memory, until the four seasons change, flowers bloom and fall, but I can only wait, or a person!

After a while, in that appropriate scene, she appeared! At that glance in the vast sea of people, I was sure that she was the one I had been waiting for. Since then, my world has become colorful. Not in black and white, silently pursuing everything about her.

Some people don't understand, some people are ignorant, and no one really understands between ignorance and ignorance. It's a feeling, it does exist, but it doesn't touch you, it appears in your mind to let you know!

It's like you had a dream Sometimes when you wake up, you will think of something in your dream. Sometimes you are too vague to remember! But it is this feeling that makes you can't help it, and suddenly you can't extricate yourself! In this life! You can meet a lot of scenery, some beautiful ones make you feel happy at first sight, some make you avoid it, become angry from embarrassment, or some interest you, which will make you stay for a while unconsciously, but few can make you move!

If you compare those scenery to all kinds of women, then if one day, there is such a scenery that moves you and makes you want to stay, then you must cherish it! Because a person's life is very short, maybe you missed this woman who moved you, and you will never encounter the shock and first sight of this first scenery again!

Love is like this, we have been waiting for a person, a woman, a woman worthy of nostalgia. We only wait for one person in our life, but we wait until that person, or two people are waiting for another person to come into our lives! No matter what happens or what doesn't happen, it will return to zero and become a word, that is home!

Therefore, men or women, only wait for one person all their lives, only look at the beautiful scenery, cherish those who are good to you, and cherish those who accompany you! It's still a long way, so walk slowly and run! If you miss it, you miss it. ...

Chapter two: still walking.

Inscription: some are doomed to death, but they don't want to leave, just waiting there; Or some are doomed to happen, but they are not prepared, have not thought about how to face it, and are at a loss. ...

Life is very dull. I am used to riding my bike across Hohhot Avenue to Joan Lin Yuan for dinner every noon and afternoon. Walking slowly, the occasional wind, mixed with a strong aroma, seeped into my heart. At this time, I always slow down, breathe the sweet-scented osmanthus deeply, indulge and be quiet. After dinner, I will ride around Zhaigong Mountain, through the Academy of Biological Sciences, through the canyon and come to Qingshan Lake. So I will ride my bike quietly and watch the sunset quietly. The Hohhot Grand Theatre, which looks like a lotus flower, is located by the Qingshan Lake. ...

I will also walk under the petals of the Grand Theatre. The government will look at Qingshan Lake and look up at the Grand Theatre, and the piano sounds will be heard intermittently. Then I came back from the Galaxy opposite the Conservatory of Music and Hohhot Grand Theatre. When you pass the Academy of Biological Sciences again, you will pay special attention to the speed bump on that slope, which was given by the first fall at the beginning of the university. I will also pay close attention to the big osmanthus tree next to the speed bump. I stumbled on the speed bump because I was intoxicated by the fragrance of this osmanthus tree. I was still intoxicated by the smell of Qin Fei, and I stumbled on the ground. The students at the back seemed to go around from both sides, and then I was the only one left on the ground, watching them drift away. Then the senior on the roadside shouted to the instructor in front: One fell down! I struggled to get up. At this time, two classmates came to help me up and continued to run ... only after returning to the dormitory did they find that my legs were blue. I haven't mentioned it since. Get up and continue on the road when you fall, because the students didn't stop.

Some slopes can't be felt, but you can feel very small slopes by cycling. When you unconsciously start to miss something, it means that what you miss is lost. A few days ago, I missed my bus, so I asked Tian to take some photos, but I didn't know it was a sign of parting.

I went to science and engineering with them yesterday afternoon. Just before going out, I looked at the car under the bamboo forest and quietly looked at the big stone. Because I like big stones and bamboo forests, I always park my car next to big stones and under bamboo forests. Stone certainly doesn't mind. Every time I ride a bike, I can't stop and hit a big stone. ...

Some are doomed to lose, but don't want to leave, just waiting there; Maybe something is destined to happen, but it's just unprepared, never thought about it, just a panic.

When I came back last night, the car was gone. I thought Tian rode away, and I didn't care. I didn't know Tian didn't ride my car until I went to eat at noon. I made sure that under the bamboo forest, there were empty stones. ...

It is better to walk. Maybe Zhulin will miss the bike she has been looking after for a long time. Maybe Dashi will miss hitting his bike every day. ...

Some are doomed to die, just don't want to leave, just wait there, bamboo forests float; Perhaps some have been doomed to lose, but never thought, stone silence. ...

Article 3: Mo Liang, * * * Who wrote the shallow rhyme?

The world of mortals meets, rivers and lakes forget, and I met you in casual details. -inscription

At this time, the snow is silent, and cool thin is white and gorgeous. You walk lightly and calmly, but I'm still here looking around, stepping on the snow in Xun Mei, withered branches and leaves, confirming the cold withering of my flowers. Rhyme or poetry, words or gaps, so bleak, so lonely, so sweet. Silent winter, tears of mourning. A pipa, longing for middle earth, looking at Qionghua, cold in dusk. The fragrance is still there, and I pity you the most. I want to borrow Song Ci and dance Ci, and turn to the tomb of cheap Ci. Sad to ask the goose? "A few storms have taken away people's souls. Who is the most embarrassed when I am unfamiliar with poetry?" When can I get the bright moon and when can I go to Moduoqiao?

Get up, sit down, it's only time for this tea. The ending has already come to me, dormant in the deep winter, screen reservation, word reading, key invitation, word cherish, maybe not enough for a lifetime to remember, not enough for a lifetime to remember. But getting old and all the things that have happened are enough.

In winter, it is like a girl selling matches curled up in her own world, polishing a beam of light and warming herself, but it can't warm her heart for a season. The destroyer Snow Wind is full of days, your soul floats in Jiuting, green ink is wiped off in tears, and the rhythm of words rotates in your eyes. Filled with desolate and cold branches, you picked up a bougainvillea in your hand and put it in my hand, saying that "Lan Yanlian" became a prophecy and I was chosen by you. Since then, I have been burdened with heavy shackles every evening and this evening, knowing that there is no hope, but clinging to the only persistence, thinking that you can eventually become the most beautiful ink-scented myth.

At this moment, read a volume of your past and taste a season of shoulder to shoulder; Taste a simple poem, and take time lightly. Make a cup of tea when it's cold, and enjoy tea in late winter. Between the steep drop of time in Shan Lan, I smell your fragrance, love your lightness, and care for the four seasons. If you are young, you can take notes, if you are frivolous, you can be free and easy. If you are cool, I have already put my life's chip sorrow on it, just waiting for you to open a nine-day gambling game to show me whether I win or lose in the end. Who knows, you died halfway, your sleeves tilted, and you screwed up your gambling. No one sat in the village, and the game was bleak, like a biting cold day, scattered in the cold of winter, drifting away my pursuit of ashes.

Pick up fate again and see how colorful writes this opportunity. Dusk is getting darker and darker. How can tea be cold when people are gone? There is a moon, but there is no dream. Looking for your back, wading through the water, ten miles of rivers send each other, mourning for you, driving for you, decorating your glory, relying on you for a thousand words, but you have not left your eyes! In this way, I can easily get through the cold of life.

Open your hand, the sun is very thin, as you promised, too deep. I hope to promise to blend tears with eternity and see sincerity, but I didn't expect your smile to be foreshadowed in an unexpected year. Only when the wind and sand blow everywhere, will I return to broken arrow, my soul will be sad all my life, and I will be stuck in the mire that will never turn over.

Crazy songs should be crying. Without the courage to write, I feel sad and desolate. Without the confidence to cry, I only have the dream of crossing the ferry in the wind. When I fell to the ground, I saw my heart clearly and my nature clearly. Turning around, I glanced at the sand, and my heart sank and I wrote a line: "Forget about the Jianghu." The blood of cinnabar is shocking, and this feeling is delicious and sad. ...

I forgot. Why? Read and turn! Next to Yanshui Pavilion, you paint a faint cloud with a thin blue pen. I miss my heart. The water in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful. You are the etymology of my life. Let me remember your dry eyes, pity my cold hard scab and forget you. Better forget me. However, in the evening, it still arrived as scheduled. It is windy in late winter, instead of fireworks. I looked around gently. I was the only one on the dining table, jumping on the keyboard in front of the screen, dripping a touch of water with a mouthful of herbal tea. I can't forget it.

You have driven the crane to the west, and the grass is sad, and the egrets fall into snow and tears. Maybe after driving for a while, I can only get up and leave, but I still can't keep up with your pace. Actually, have I synchronized with you? The meeting of a cup of tea will last my whole life, and only the sunset glow of this cup of tea, from warm to cold, will arrive in an instant, and it will be difficult to meet again for life.

Raise your hand to put pen to paper forever, and turn around to blend the distant gobbledygook, which is an unrecognizable seal cutting. A short line will soon be left behind, recalled and turned over by you. Start a new line and mention it again. I'm afraid it will be rewritten by the broad and harmonious Wei Ti many years later. Only then did I understand that splashing ink was so unbearable and full of tears.

If you can shed tears, the past can be used as a thank you for bowing. Wake up, the sky is still sunny, the wind is still clear, and the two sides of time can't end in a reed after all. I know what it means, but it's separated. Needless to say, I will forget the friendship with you, take the grain as my drink, the years as my belly and the years as my brocade. After a hundred turns, I will turn around quietly … quietly …!

Then, then, leave. ...

Chapter 4: Pay tribute to that love.

People all know that autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves, but what is behind the fallen leaves? It was the cruel autumn wind that blew them mercilessly and directly, and then scattered them all over the floor. Some of them have lost their direction and don't know where to go in the end, because they can't resist the fate of nature.

The breath of winter approached quietly, and the cold north wind blew unscrupulously, which stung my face. I don't know if it's because of the wind or something, but tears in my eyes still can't help falling. For more than two years, I seem to have a feeling for this place, but I don't know how long that feeling has existed, and it slowly blooms in my heart.

I didn't expect that I persisted for two years, and too many things happened between the two years, but it all seemed doomed. We laughed and cried together, and I remember them clearly. And you, like me, will always remember our memories. To you, I may be just a playmate or just a friend, and you are the one who loves me the most and can be trusted the most. I know I think too much, maybe it's because of girls. We all like to think too much.

In the past two years, we have quarreled more and more. From the initial anger to the last cold war, perhaps time has changed us too much. I want you to change your anxious temper because of me, but every time we quarrel because of your temper, I will think silently in my heart, why don't you know how to pity me and why can't you tolerate my willfulness? Because you don't love me, you don't feel the need to tell me. It may not help, so it will go away every time.

Everyone says that love is poison, and girls will always get hurt in the end, but we still rush to our lover without hesitation, not seeking the final result, just want him to know that I really like you, just for that simple love, and never thought about getting anything.

Now I'm exhausted. When you deleted me that day, my heart really died together. From that moment on, we have nothing to do with each other. Even in these two years, we have nothing to do with each other, but my wishful thinking. In the end, I can only hurt myself. All you have is three minutes of heat, and after those three minutes, we will have endless quarrels.

I'm really tired and don't want to continue. I hope my leaving will let you know how happy I was to you, and time is our witness. Some people say "goodbye" in order to meet better next time. Our goodbye this time is really farewell. I always believe that you are my favorite person. In this life, no matter who I meet next, you are my favorite person. In my heart, remember.

Chapter 5: Autumn is everywhere, and the rain is cold.

Wet green strips are broken, and there are many cold and yellow leaves.

I don't know the meaning of autumn rain, but how to send it? -inscription

Twilight fell heavily, and I suddenly lost my fulcrum in this vast world. My heart is dripping with rain and my mind is numb. However, the lake no longer rippled, because the autumn cold was so painful that all the desolation was frozen. In calm, it is a different feeling to watch the rain again.

Night, submerged by autumn rain, heart, burned by night; Rain, like a complaint, sounds clear, as if the past, scattered chapters hazy in the endless intermittent night. The distant piano sound seems to be making a blurred Qiu Meng, which ticks into rhyme and blooms in Qiu Si this season.

After the wind blows, the strings sway like rhyme, and the complex swaying in the dust gathers little by little and goes away layer by layer; The thoughts that fluctuate in my heart surge again and again, and calm again and again. In the air, a word, a picture, a feeling suddenly solidified ... A suffocating impulse turned to the sea, surging in my heart, ferocious in my brow, swelling in my eyes, and finally turned into bitter tears, filling my eyes. ...

I have always felt that the feelings that life gives to each of us are to make us cherish the people and things that pass by in life, let us feel the miracles in the truth, goodness and beauty that pass by in life, and let us realize the happiness of being an ordinary person: when we meet happiness, we can laugh freely and happily; When we are sad, we can cry at will, enjoy the sad and happy life of a little person, and be simple and happy forever.

Indeed, it is an indelible pleasure to hide so many feelings in life; So much sincerity in life is a wealth that a daughter can't enjoy. The ups and downs of the past have made me deeply understand that cherishing a person and cherishing a relationship is a precious possession in my life.

However, there is an emotion, which has been tortured for thousands of times, drained of juice, dripped with tenderness and dried up in the rainy season. Do you think it can still drown the past? In fact, how I wish it could! However, in the polishing of time, I can no longer be strong. At best, I am just a forbearing perceptor, a sad passer-by!

Sometimes, I choose to miss a scenery because there is too much sunshine, leaving a warm and warm picture, which has left a deep mark on my memory; Sometimes, I choose to give up a relationship because time has passed, and the remaining silk is as warm as rain, and it folds into broken sadness at the extreme inside. In fact, sometimes I just want to stand in the distance and see the ultimate beauty of this scenery. I never thought that the most involuntary approach was me, but I lost the best scenery in my life.

And when I stood outside this landscape again, I found that some things were no longer glorious. In life, there are so many extremely refreshing scenery. When you really have a certain scenery, you will find that what you have worked so hard to get is not the scenery, but the fatigue that comes with it. When you have lost the mood to see the scenery, the existence of this scenery is of little significance to you.

The world of mortals is so high that I am only the smallest and lightest dust. In my life, I can only look at the horizon from a distance and measure my heart distance in my eyes at hand. If I can bury myself in time so indifferently and silently, I would like to grow old like this and write down my true memories in the deepest part of the world of mortals.

The night is already deep, and the rain is still shaking. Just like the lonely writer who burned Qiu Si, he connected the broken notes with the fragments of ink, made the chapters into beads, and shattered his own thoughts. Autumn has passed, the dust has settled, the rain is falling, and my heart is cold.

Article 6: Are we still the same after separation?

In the midsummer of that year, the gardenia bloomed, which was our parting moment. After the college entrance examination, we broke up with our classmates, pursued our dreams and flowed to a sea of people. Time is like a catalyst, accelerating our aging. Think of us, life is worse than death. In an instant, the appearance of a teenager has become a thing of the past. Every night when the moon is full, I often look at the moon alone and meditate. I've been wondering whether we can be as happy as when we were growing up after separation. Perhaps, after years of washing, everything will eventually turn to dust and disappear forever.

These days, I suddenly remembered many old things. I suddenly realized that I was really old! I can't stand the polishing of time any longer. This life, this road, one journey after another, I don't know how many beautiful moments have been sent away. I wonder, really, whether I should be indifferent to the world. Facing the cycle of the four seasons, flowers bloom and fall, I think, when can we meet again and forget the grievances with a smile?

Looking at this paper of blood and tears, how can I have the heart to break the bridge with you? How many times has Hongyan sent you books in the distant night? How many times are cold in spring and hot in summer, do you yearn for a piece of acacia? If you don't leave, you will become a stranger in the world, a stranger? Do you still remember the agreement on the top of the North Mountain? If we go far away, please don't forget our promise of high-five in the pavilion.

Years later, when we met, you were still the same person, and I was still the same person. What changes is only the maturity and steadiness that we have precipitated in the years. At that time, we can also raise a glass and sing "See you again". When we said goodbye, we parted in a hurry ... finally, we held your hand again and didn't want to let go ... Yes, just like that, we sang the voice of coming all the way, gathering and parting, and gathering again. At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the meaning is still unfinished. All good things must come to an end. Indeed, how can life be together forever! When you get together, it's good to get together with all the people. Don't get together with all the people, it will be boring.

Seeing the fallen flowers in front of the window, I realized that autumn was coming again. Now, a person is a stranger in a foreign land, and his heart feels extremely desolate. There are so many bustling people around me, but they can't arouse the most peaceful ripples in my heart. Autumn, relatives and friends remember to add more clothes! Outside the window is the late autumn sky, especially the land outside the Great Wall, which is even more desolate. I remember when I left home, my parents' teaching and my friends' advice made me reluctant to go. How many fireworks have ended by the pavilion. But the love in the distance is still as strong as before. Is it true?/You don't say. I think so, too. It seems that we agreed in infancy that friendship will last forever. From then on, we will "travel alone and travel less." This name will be fixed in my lifetime and I will never leave.

Time passes silently, life grows old silently, and all this will be life. I used to be, but now I'm running around, and I'm not as chic as before. Growing up, the road is long, the burden on my shoulders is heavy, and I have no spare capacity to recall the past. Now, for a happy life and a warm family, people are stripped to pieces. Nevertheless, we can't give up life, but we must support our tired hearts and continue day after day. Regardless of wind, frost, rain and snow, we must persist. Because only persistence can lead to success. In fact, success and failure are only a moment. If we cultivate, we will reap. This is like this colorful world, which makes us full of longing and wishes.

Sometimes, I can't even look at myself. Facing such a complicated world, I feel really tired to live. I really want to become a pupa and fly in the blue sky; Or draw a tail fish and wander in the stream. Whether it is sunny or cloudy, we all have a rest during this period. Over the years, I have chased more, but I have stayed less. I thought for a while, I should get rid of yesterday's troubles and rewrite my life. I have thought about this song many times. It seems that it should be called "Are we still the same after parting?". composition

Chapter 7: The sky is slightly cold, and the heart is slightly cold.

After the prosperity, it was just a dream!

The years passed quietly again. Inadvertently, winter arrived, although the sun is still shining, but the enthusiasm has long since disappeared. After nightfall, I will trot in the streets where people come and go as usual, facing the coolness on my face and letting my thoughts flow freely. I've always liked such people walking. Although there was the sound of cars whistling in the wind, I enjoyed the peace of mind alone in this seemingly noisy street.

It's getting cold, and the Ye Er on the roadside branches has fallen with the wind, leaving only bare branches rustling in the cold wind, which is even more lonely and deserted under the dim street lights. The once lush green trees are now thriving. Life is like this. On the bus leading to the future, you get off and I get on. You come and go, and there are gatherings and sadness.

How many joys and sorrows, I can't tell whether it is affectionate or heartless, and I can't tell who will be a passer-by and who will be fate. What can we do except wait? Time is turbid, and no one can see clearly what will happen next, so all the answers need to wait for the precipitation of time. After clarification, everything became clear. For today's farewell, I thought about many versions and had many long speeches, but in the end it was just a few short lines:

"Happy birthday ... maybe it's time to wish you a happy wedding. Things have developed to the present, and there are too many incredible things. Surprise me, make me feel strange and make me feel sad. It's just that none of this matters. What's important is that I hope this decision is not an end, but a starting point for your happiness. I sincerely hope that you can be happy all your life. A thing of the past, pain or beauty. All right and wrong will disappear. It is estimated that there will be no more communication in the future, and such parting is mostly a lifetime ... I wish you all the best and take care. Don't go back ... ".

A lot of things can be seen through, but there is no need to say it through. These lines may reveal ruthlessness, but I am also very clear that this turn is destined to be a lifetime, so it is more helpless. The end of one story doomed the beginning of two stories. I hope you get the greatest happiness in your story. I can also harvest simple happiness and practical happiness in my story.

I am a person who can't bear hatred. Now that I have become a thing of the past, let right and wrong disappear with me. But my blessing is absolutely sincere. In the third grade, we are about to form our own family, meet our own life and assume our own responsibilities! After all, everything in the past only belongs to outdated scenery, and in the final analysis, it is just a handful of mud in the long river of time. Finally, as to where it sank and how deep it was buried, it became an eternal secret!

My heart is cold, and the beautiful past, like the lost scenery, has drifted away and passed away at the moment of turning around. Originally, I thought memories were the chief culprit of loneliness, but when I gradually cleaned up the hay of these memories, I didn't feel better, just changed from the original decline to desolation. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, if you can't be there, it will only be a beautiful dream. The moment I wake up, everything will return to reality. Since I have lost, been disappointed, experienced painful baptism and experienced the precipitation of time, then I will gradually find the background color of life-light!

Finally, I wish everyone well. ...

Chapter 8: Autumn is not autumn.

If autumn is not autumn, sorrow is greater than heart death.

A long time ago, I saw this sentence and gently branded it on the white wall.

At that time, time still stayed in the corner, next to a pile of tall textbooks. Years buried in books, quietly precipitated into memories, unwilling to touch scars easily. Who always thinks that the whole world will make way for us as long as we want to go?

Suddenly looking back, I found that I had gone so far, and when I turned around, I was close at hand. Time didn't wait for me, but you forgot to take me away. Memory is like a pearl left at the bottom of the sea. No matter how to find it, I can't find that look, and I can't forget tenderness. The rest, it is a ferocious night, the autumn wind is tight, and the geese fly south.

Now, the moon outside the window is still an annual reunion with people who have left their homes. However, on this day next year, who will be here and who will leave sadly. The autumn wind is getting tighter, and the thin dress can't wrap the cold exposed to bare skin. Cold memories, lost on the way we met. So, when we meet again, we just pass by. The landscape remains the same, and it is the heart.

Once so high-spirited, now so decadent. This year, with so many joys and sorrows, where will you go? In this long drama of life, struggling. Self-righteous acting can fool everyone, but not yourself. When it's all over in the dark, hold your knees tight, can you still grasp the past?

You were so young and frivolous at that time. Try everything you care about, even if it is a knife and a mountain of fire, you are willing to take a break. Now, the busy figure has finally become tired and degraded. The lights were dim and no one noticed. How many tears are hidden in your smile as before? What is annihilated is the edges and corners that you once publicized.

In its place, find its place. Who can really have no regrets? I have provoked too many burdens, and I can't easily unload them. Everything needs to be faced alone. Cheating, whose heart should I hurt? Even if it is black and blue, it can't escape, and it bears hope. So, I can only say to myself over and over again, when tears blur my eyes, it's okay, I'm fine. That is, choose and not regret. Perhaps, everything has a reason. Why you can't give up easily.

The night wind is cool and my thoughts are floating. Dust-laden pen and ink, how to tell the decline of today. Always in the choice, constantly face the way you want to go. This road is so difficult and long. When I looked back, I found that those who cared about it were gone. They are trapped in footprints and deeply embedded in the cold earth's crust. However, no amount of sunshine can grow the fruit of memory. They died in tears.

Precipitate in the memory and stage your own one-man show. You can't know how much rouge that player used in this scene to hide his sadness and give you the perfect smile. The dress is still gorgeous, and the face is gaunt. It is always in constant description and deduction that you can show what you need. I dare not watch any more. Everything after light makeup is like autumn with fallen leaves. Looking back, you were in tears.

How to write lyrics to write a regretless elegy for memory? How to compose music, so as to speak a deep Sanskrit for memory? Perhaps, the song is not a song or a tune. The rest, again and again, are dumb and out of tune. However, as long as you are pious, it is heaven after all. Only I have heard this song, so I don't care where it is played in heaven and earth. There are some things that one can understand.

No one will stay because of who. Overthrow the whole world and still can't find your reflection. Huang Hunxiao still appears in the night that you can't see. Who said finding fireflies in autumn would make your wish come true? Then, how many wishes are there in those flashing fluorescent lights, and they are gradually submerged. Where you can't see, wishes will fossilize into bodies in the earth's crust. No matter how hard I try, I can't find your fluorescence.

Unforgettable is the solidified memory on the tombstone. What remains unchanged through the ages is that flowers bloom and fall in the cycle of the four seasons. Anyway, I am here, in the corner you have forgotten, singing solo over and over again, which belongs to the elegy of memory.

If autumn is not autumn, sorrow is greater than heart death. In the dream, in the dream, you dream of leaving. Pen and ink sketch is a one-man show. Everything, that's all.

If autumn is not autumn, why not worry?