"Watching" According to Long Yingtai's own words, it is a speechlessness to time and a watchful eye to life. But everyone, when they come to the flowers, see different flowers and get different "understandings".
Silentiality of time.
I always think that time is long and the road we have to go is long, but on the last day of the deadline, I suddenly realize that so many times I imagined have already squandered them, leaving only silent silence.
The so-called father, daughter, mother and son are just a matter of being together, and your fate with him is constantly watching his back drift away in this life. You stood at this end of the path, watching him gradually disappearing into the corner of the path, and he told you with his back: No need to chase.
We move forward step by step, feeling that the scenery is infinite and the future is bright, as if everything is possible, just work hard to do. However, we rarely pay attention to the figures watching silently behind us. Only when we are sad, injured, hit a wall, and are frustrated will we look back and look for warmth.
Some things can only be done by one person. Some of the challenges can only be passed by one person.
People are always constantly looking for support to get rid of loneliness. The fear of loneliness, or innateness, may God create Eve for Adam because of this thought.
Believe and don’t believe, it makes people ponder.
I used to believe so persistently in the charm of the words themselves, but later I learned that words without souls will eventually die. I once believed in the truth of history books, but later I learned that history is a graffiti for those in power.
Watching eyes to life.
What kind of pain should it be to watch a life leave and the person closest to his bloodline leave?
You understand life bit by bit, and at the same time you watch it leave bit by bit.
You watched him get old little by little, and watched her become shorter little by little, and no matter how many advice you give will go, you will never return like flowing water. Finally, you understand that time cannot be easily defeated.
However, besides sadness, what else do you understand?
Life is fleeting, time is short... We have been chasing for so long, and what we want in the end may be just a home. There is soil in front of the home, and loofahs can be planted on the soil. The loofahs climb along the rod, and huge yellow flowers bloom when they meet the light, and the flowers fade and bear fruit, and they are all in the shed. I was sitting on the yellow mud land, looking at the protruding cyan bumps on the loofah's body, and look slowly...
It takes a short time to read a book, but it takes a long time to read a life...
