Chapter 6 grave

grave After you left, I really slept too soundly every night, never waking up at night, and never dreamed of you once, It's not just that I didn't dream of you, I didn't have any dreams at all.Look at the clock, it's almost ten o'clock, just wipe your eyes, Lying in bed, falling asleep immediately, sleeping like a dead body for nine hours, this is what I do every night.after you left Occasionally I dabbled in daydreams, but after thinking about it vaguely for a while, I immediately stopped myself and told myself not to use my energy indiscriminately. Because "missing you" is a sin, it can be said to be a crime against you.Thinking when I shouldn't think, thinking about people I don't deserve to think about, this

Such behavior was called "blasphemy" in the Middle Ages, and "disrespect" in a country with a crown.Once upon a time read Bury's "History of Freedom of Thought" has been somewhat suspicious of his opening sentence. He said that thought is always free, so What we generally call freedom of thought actually refers to freedom of speech.In fact, the mind has never been free!Everyone in the world has There are many thoughts that I don’t allow myself to think about, and I don’t dare to think that you are the same.However, "Missing You" is also Sins, sins against oneself.Tell me not to miss you, to use other things to perfuse my size, that's really

It is tantamount to ordering myself to grab my heart out of my body and throw it into the trash.So for the sake of completeness, I just I don’t want to think about anything, let the superficial things in the world come and go in and out of my altar at will, my heart is so involuntary stay bleakly.How can a heart that has lost its vitality create illusions, so every night I taste the meaning of death, To live a life that was buried before death was a subject that Edgar Allan Poe liked, the Ellen who was said to have died on the street Poe! That face is the crystallization of tragedy Edgar Allan Poe!

However, my heart is not empty, there is a small grave inside. "Xiaoying's heart burial", your The shadow has been buried deep in the recesses of my heart.Of course, there is also a stone tomb built on it, and the stones on both sides are engraved with "Spring Festival" as usual. Autumn is full of beautiful days, and the mountains and rivers have voiceless sounds.” For this couplet, a few pines and cypresses will inevitably be planted on the grave. This is my current “state of mind”, The real state of mind is not created by the mind.Bearing an inexplicable burden, dragging a weak body, staggering

Sandy is walking on this desert, this is the common state of the world; but there is still a stone grave in my heart that suppresses my blood. Flow, this is my patent.Every day I live the life of a person in the grave, but there is a grave in my heart, just like the Cantonese The carved ivory ball has a ball inside the ball, how exquisite it is!My friend Shen Hai once said: "Tell your sorrows and ask people to give you Using sympathy is equivalent to beggars exposing the wounds on their chests and asking passers-by for alms. "Zai Siyan! But for me In my heart, this new home is quite complacent, and I think it is a work of art in exchange for my life, so it is like

Coleridge (Coleridge, British poet) in the poem, like Gu Zhouzi, leads the passers-by and tells them My own miserable heart song, even regardless of whether they are guests at the wedding banquet. The gloomy shadows of pines and cypresses on the stone tomb covered all my youthful moods, "The spring and autumn are many beautiful days, and the mountains and rivers are clear. Sound", these two lines of poem stood there sneeringly. Ten years ago, when I visited the grave in the countryside for the first time, I saw these two lines about the dead Speaking of ridicule, I vaguely feel the cruelty of the latter to my compatriots under the spring.Nature is so cute, life is this

It's so fun, beautiful scenery on a good day, red sleeves and green shirts, pillowing stones to wash the stream, and leisurely landscapes, how can this be comforting, that can't move The words of the skeleton are simply an insult for no reason.Now Satan engraves these ten characters on this small grave of mine, which is ten A rose with thorns, so delicate and beautiful, so venomously stinging.So I think this tomb is very beautiful, because Things that are beautiful for the world make people feel sad. I don't have that kind of joyful mood, go to "long songs and cry", and I won't lightly hold flowers with some morning dew

My son felt sad and moved lovingly from the crowd to the grave, and I didn't need to take a fan to dry the wet soil. Of course, I am not an anatomy professor with an iron pick on his back who wants to steal the grave, I am just a silent grave guard That's all.