Berth

I thought that a wandering exile of the soul could completely forget you. However, time lengthened my shadow, but I couldn’t walk out of your watchful eyes. I suddenly looked back and found, my boat has been moored on your heart. Some people say that the shore is a kind of arrival, but I stubbornly think that the shore is a kind of trekking. I crush thousands of thoughts into a winding path leading to the sky, the time has carved it beyond recognition. I am still working day and night, and I am in a hurry. I like to look up at the years in the autumn water of a river and watch the river with all the wind and smoke. The emptiness and silence always wash away the long thoughts and watch her turn like a song and float like a butterfly, full of Joy always makes me speechless. Perhaps, the real joy is not a smile on the face, not a description of all the words in the heart, it is a kind of detached and comforting. I like a pure world without any impurities and too much noise. It is a peaceful time belonging to a person. I can miss it quietly, deeply and happily. Some people say that the shore is the starting point. Some people say that the shore is the destination, but I think that the shore is just a distance caught in the gap between time and space. As long as the two ventricles have a connection and are full of thoughts, there is no need for a boat and a paddle to get closer to each other deeply. If the two hearts drift away, then the shore is a barrier that can never be reached. I still remember that cold winter. I said that the missing of each side is too tired. I want to give up my duty to wander. I want to banish that heart with too much weight on a lonely island. You have been speechless for a long time, I just left a deep sigh in my heart. From then on, a wandering heart traveled to the end of the world. In the dark night, I was swallowed by darkness again and again, and woke up in nightmares again and again. Suddenly I found that I was so isolated and helpless. In the bleak autumn wind, watching pieces of withered and yellow fallen leaves struggling in the evening wind, they were always flying like tears from people, paying tribute to this profound separation with full of pain, miss began to tear my weak heart crazily. I know that this is God’s stubborn punishment for me. You want to watch, but I want to wander, move a quiet room, tangled with lingering; I want to go far away, but Love wants to stay in the air, leaving one room, lost yesterday. Finally understand that in this life, no matter how I go, I can’t get out of my concern for you. You are the shore rooted in my heart. No matter when I read it, I will never escape. Listening to Sanji Pingju’s “shore” over and over again, my mind is also turning over again and again. Those frantic words pour out endless thoughts, like the Autumn Water under the oblique light, the water will rise when the wind is born, the water will stop when the wind is quiet, while the shore will always be guarded and smile in silence. I am the sail that stops in your life, your watch, my trekking, your deep feeling, my looking back and smile will be in the lines of time, carve a clear stroke. Looking back, there are already too many ups and downs, but fortunately, we still know each other and cherish each other. Tonight, the breeze rises again. I sew my thoughts and warmth into a thick feather coat and sing alone on the moon. A ray of gauze is light and bright from the clouds on the sky, is that your smiling face? The snow on the ground reflected my thin face with her glittering and translucent, and the round of bending Moon used her pure beauty to clean my heart of thinking about you. No matter the vicissitudes of time become rivers, my ship has always been moored on your heart bank.

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