Text: Zhen Xiaozhu.
When I wrote in my diary, "Laughing at the red dust like a cloud", there was a brief blank in the brain, and the brain circuit was broken.
I took a deep breath and stood in front of the window, and many times, I like to stand in front of the window and look into the distance, as if this way, I will not forget someone's face.
In the world, deep in anyone's heart, there will not be a person who cannot be forgotten, even if he goes to the earth, anyone can forget, but he cannot forget that person.
The haze in the sky dissipated, it was a sunny day, and my heart was bright, so I was idle for half a day, listened to it for a long time, and practiced a few lines of pen writing.
In the early years, I practiced calligraphy for a period of time, but because I was busy with work, I didn't stick to it, but I picked it up again these days, thinking that I would get something out of it every day.
The sky is cloudy, the clouds and smoke are fleeting, like the red dust of the past, and there is not much to remember.
If there is a person who can be remembered, then this person will either be loved by you or hurt you, and a certain thing will only be remembered when it reaches its limit.
Those stories that are light and breezy always can't wait for the ending, and their whereabouts are unknown, and many things in Hongchen are passing by with a smile.
How many clouds and smoke have become rain, how many Shaohua has passed away, how many affectionate dreams, how many dust edges follow the wind, in the torrent of the world, I only wish to have dreams together, and smile at the red dust like clouds and smoke in the past.
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