Recently, I like a song by Mr. Leslie Cheung very much-"When Love Is Past". When the music is played, he sings "Don't mention the past, life is windy and rainy" in the voice of my brother. What rises is the five flavors in my heart. . No need to deliberately brew, the emotions have been ignited.
Some people say that a man who does not understand wine is like a glass of boiled water. After high-temperature heating and aged cooling, it is the best thirst quenching drink. Although the essence of life always tends to be flat in the end, it always feels that there is a lack of flavor, not the delicious taste of the drink, but a passion. Although boiled water is good, the life copied day after day will make people feel crooked, and a little passion will ignite the poetry of your life. Maybe you will think of the coolness brought by a breeze in the hot summer of that year, maybe you will think of waiting for a meeting on that cold night.
I have always resisted drinking, but I have never rejected wine outside of my life. Occasionally, on a whim, I will drink a little by myself. People who have not been drunk will not understand wine. Those who know wine know how to put a feeling of helplessness naked in the sun without the strongness of wine. Those who know wine know how lonely it is to drink. . Men are tough, with only blood but no tears. After all, the role that life entrusts to a man has never been a cannon to confide in others at will, but the spiritual pillar of a family. Can not reveal a trace of flaws, struggle only in every unmanned night. You don’t understand the sadness of life without experiencing it yourself. So wine became a best listener. The past was like wine, and he swallowed it back into his stomach after talking.
Maybe my feelings are strong and restrained. Strong feelings give me life's poetic and picturesque flavor, and rational restraint makes me obey the rules of society. Only in this quiet room with Wan Lai, a song was gently playing, and thoughts aroused inadvertently.
Young people walking alone, please firmly believe that those who are alone with you, under the sunset, driving a flat boat, in the distance you can’t see, are moving in the same direction as you, chasing that Time to fall.
The years are rushing, and I recall the system that I “has done” in those years.
