Chapter 23 Bed is the grave of youth (6)

Bed is the grave of youth (6) Today, when material wealth is so rich that we don’t need faith to support us, we have enough energy to care about our inner feelings without starving to death.This is why life feels empty when cared about. I recall your smile slowly blooming at dusk, your kindness finally protected my rampant feelings from being bruised all over my body, and you have always maintained all my fantasies about love from collapsing prematurely.And my dear friends, so tolerant of my natural indifference and some confessions that freeze with the cold as soon as I open my mouth.With sincere gratitude, I leave all the way and pray that you can find happiness in this world. Although, as Mr. Qian said, eternal happiness is not only elusive but also absurdly untenable, but because blessings are a sacrifice to suffering, we To live stoically is to avenge pain sweetly.So I still simply hope that you will all be happy forever, and may we take this sentence to the grave as a funeral.

I have seen your most affectionate face and softest smile, in the hot and cold world, like a light, it gives me the ability to live, love while walking. In the past, lonely children yearned for the suffocating and endless care of the ocean, but after many years, we have all seen the desolation and unfathomableness of the world, even if it is covered by the warm spring glitz and brightness, it still cannot disappear.So I always tell my friends to live well, live well.Growth is bound to be full of pain in life, and it is enough that we can find happiness side by side. I want to remember you all.Friends before I died at sixteen.I know that your love for me has been expressed to me in various ways, and maybe I have refused to receive it, but when I recall the past, all these are shining brightly, so dazzling that I burst into tears before I can cover my eyes.During the gathering and scattering along the way, we used to gather together to keep warm, without fear of wind and rain.Although the winter has passed, we will pack up our memories and hurry on the road, walking on this vast and melancholy land, just like the young people who have been migrating birds generation after generation for hundreds of years, they will soon go their separate ways.But the scenery still exists. We have all seen the green mountains in the dream, the peach blossoms in the river, the wild flowers fluttering in the wind as if they are expressing their hearts, the green grass trembles desolately, just like the lingering love... like the time of water, like the time of a dream , this life is enough.

Every night when the stars fall, I wrap my quilt tightly and close my eyes heavily. Light sleep, deep dream, wake up, you are already on the other side