Chapter 24 beautiful cocoon

Let the world have its footsteps, and I have my cocoon.When my festered heart no longer wants to think about it, let me go back to my cocoon quietly, with memories as my couch and sorrow as my cover. This is my only beauty. Once, every springtime surprised my red-hot heart.What's the matter?How beautiful they bloom!I have not forgotten the joy of standing in front of the flowers.The rhythm of the growth of each flower and grass in nature taught me the secret of regeneration.Like the faithfulness of flowers to the seasons, I heard the rhododendron trembling slightly.Every spring after, I am more faithful to what I love dearly.

Today, it seems that spring has been absent.Suddenly remembered, it was just a chill in my heart, the spring breeze in March was like scissors! Sometimes, give yourself to the street, to the chairs of the cinema.That night, I went to the movie theater for no reason and sat casually. Someone came to rush me to change a chair, and someone came to ask for it. Finally, I obediently took out the ticket and looked carefully, and went to the corner seat in the dark. This is my own. .What is doomed is always doomed.I suddenly realized that all efforts to be strong are in vain, my own space has already been arranged, and once I was born, I will do everything possible to push into that space, whether I want to or not.Obediently follow the arrangement, return to that space, bid farewell to the colorful world, bid farewell to what I love deeply, and return to the corner where I once escaped and thought I would never go back again.When the sound of the iron gate fell, I knew that I could never get out again.

I lay down with a smile on my face, spread out my stolen memories, and checked them one by one.Maybe, I know that I don't have much time, maybe, I have a fatal intuition that I will be sent back eventually. When I entered that colorful world, I was eager to taste the taste of life one by one.Very serious, but also very determined, every clothes and every shirt, there is still laughter, and there is Fangxin.I want to collect it carefully, after all, it is not easy to come by.In the most intimate pocket, there is my most cherished name. I still have to call it several times a day to feel the warmth.They have all been true to me.Now in this dark corner, sleeping with them in my arms is the only repayment I can make.

Enough, I lie down with a smile, these are enough for me to make a beautiful cocoon. Every day, there are always some voices pulling me, pulling me out of the prison of my heart, to find a new world, and to start all over again.They cherish me more than I do, and they do everything possible to find the handcuffs and shackles that bind me, and I have lost that lock long ago.I am willing to kill myself, and I am willing to lose.To a tired person, all honest words are like colorful bubbles, but to a weak life, how can they be ordered to forge strong words?If death is the only thing to do, let it be!This is generosity.

Is it kindness to force a chrysalis to break out of its cocoon and let it fall into a spider's web? All the birds thought it was an act of kindness to hold the fish up in the air. Sometimes, I foolishly suggest to myself, to walk the same road, buy exactly the same flowers, listen to the familiar voice, look at the window, imagine that the little light is still on, and dress myself up in every suit, thinking that in this way, I can return home. To the world that has passed away, at least at least, close your eyes and feel that you are really in the colorful. If there is a dream that I can't wake up from, I will definitely do it.

If there is an endless road, I will definitely go; If there is unchangeable love, I will definitely seek it. If, if there is nothing, let me return to the soil of fate!The beauty of these twenty years are all white lies. I took the most beautiful part and turned into spring mud together. But even death is not something that humble people can dare to ask for.Time is like a boring jailer, playing black and white cards to me non-stop.The space is like a big stone mill, grinding slowly, until the blood fat in a person's body is squeezed out, and even the last drop of blood drips before being willing to throw it away neatly.The world can have a steady pace from ancient times, so it naturally has a set of cruel rules and filtering methods.Life is an executioner, there is no tomorrow on the blade.

Facing the dusk at dusk, thinking about the past.Lovely faces, laughing voices... every minute and every second of time... some dawns, some nights... a mystery of infinite tenderness, a threat of infinite vicious death.I have been deeply loved, I have also loved deeply, I have cried seriously, I have also earnestly survived, and I am seriously in love.What about now? ...... Once in this world, it is not to learn to hate seriously, but to receive the love I deserve.In the twentieth year of my life, I received this gift, how excited I was to untie the beautiful knot, and pray that it is a beautiful and noble gift.When a pair of shattered crystal glass is in my trembling hands, what can I do?Seriously shed tears, then what?then what?Back to the dark space, and then what?Seriously meet.

When the sound of the iron gate fell, I knew that I could never go out again. Taking advantage of the last spare time of my life, I will carefully examine every bit of it.Put in the bright and vivid days, put in the familiar faces, familiar words and phrases, tear off the title page of life, tear off the heaviest and most beloved page, and put it in together, and I have to repeat it over and over again read.Put yourself in at the end, work hard at the age of twenty, and tidy up all the splendid endings.Return the smile to yesterday and the loneliness to myself. Let those who understand understand,

Let those who don't understand understand; Let the world be the world, I am willing to be my cocoon. This article is provided by netizen Yun Lei