Tonight, it is a lonely and long rainy night, the world is dark, I sit alone at the window, watching the rain outside the window, feeling the wind blowing from the window, always feeling a faint call in the wind. Hey! Echo! We have never met, but I feel so kind and familiar! I can’t help but look into the rain. In the distance, the lights of the evening are flickering, and it is thin in the endless night. I hold my body, as if I can warm it up…
Come, come again, a thick white with a nostalgic voice: Where are you coming from, where are you going… I am really tired, but I think of you again, you are happy and confused, but I am I feel a lot of trouble, and I often have a problem in my mind: Where do we come from? Where are you going? This can’t help but fall into my meditation…
If people are born to contribute, then why are there so many people who choose to float up and down, and do nothing; if they are born for good, then why are there so many people who have conscience? I don’t understand, the doubts in my heart are stronger every day, and the wind in August is hot and hot.
I often doubt myself, what should I do, and I will not live up to my father and mother? A long time ago, my younger brother seemed to give me an answer. He said: Sister, I hope that you can become the happiest person, I hope that you and everyone who is good to me will enjoy happiness. I asked: Some people have ridiculed you with your shortcomings or weaknesses! The younger brother said a word that made me unforgettable: every one of us should have more or less shortcomings, but I chose to work hard to correct…
Hey! I suddenly became excited, but I couldn’t help but smile. Why didn’t I understand? Why did we come to this world, I think I know: I am too unbelievable. There have been countless people who have alienated me from this, but I am immersed in my own world. I never thought about complaining with morality, let me change. It’s not the bloody resentment and annoyance, but the fragrant love, it’s love! People are born for love.
People are like leaves, starting from the tip of the buds on the treetops, and they start in life. The tree lifted the leaves with love, until the leaves fell to the earth, all the dust settled, but began the journey of reincarnation. Should we be like this? A short life or inaction or extraordinary meaning, we must step into the cycle, what can we do? My father and mother are the most admirable. I am very violent and I will not take into account the feelings of others. I will not give up on me. The love of my life will be given to me. Now I only want my parents to be safe. Although I have to fall into the dust after all, I really don’t want to accomplish nothing. I can only lament when I am old. I would like to spend my whole life pursuing my fans.
“The rainy season is no longer coming” makes me insist on pursuing my own fans, and I feel a lot: Where are you from? Where are you going? With the sound of the old bicycle chains, there will be different understandings, and perhaps only the inexhaustible fans…
