Finally began to write a new life. Jiang Chen is not like some people said that he has run out of ideas, but everything needs to be brewed, and the former poetry has disappeared in silence. Although the melody sounded in the ear, it has not been written down, so today, after a long silence, Jiang Chen wrote a story that does not belong to him, but belongs to life.

Feelings after helplessness

When I look at myself in the mirror, everything is slowly rotating and blurring. When the darkness in front of me recovers again, the surroundings are empty. A few minutes ago, the green plants had turned into gray withered plants. The vibrant past has slowly grown old. It turned out that it was so painful to become a person who was hard to face in the past. It's really tiring to exchange your youngest heart for a so-called "mature".

"Chen, what are you suspicious of?" An unknown figure appeared behind me. He is khaki and wears black glasses, and his short hair blows in the wind of bleak time. His once black face is inexplicably white, sickly white, and lacks some blood color.

I looked at him and pondered for a long time until I had forgotten the time. Then I slowly replied, "I am just questioning my choice. I am looking for my future." Yes, I am thinking about what I have gained and lost when I am busy every day. The gained and lost were fused in this moment. When I looked at him again, he smiled and said, "Every day is busy, maybe no one understands. Everyone quietly looked at the results, but did not see the tears and sweat in your process. Maybe there are countless rumors, innumerable intrigues, innumerable hidden arrows and swords behind, but do you know more about the cross you wrote than you did at the beginning? "

Cross?

Sincerely speak, carefully act, sink the city, be gentle, and smile.

Slowly, my words gradually decreased, and the former "chatterbox" finally became the present me. Someone said, "It's not like a child anymore." But how many people know that I want to be a child at this moment? Eating milk sugar, there is no worry and sorrow.

"Wrong." The man in khaki opposite looked at me, smiled, and said: "Although life is helpless, life makes you grow, but looking back, everything is not what you pursue, but looking forward, are you closer to your goals? Are your dreams, dreams you dare not say, closer to you at this moment than in the past? Countless grievances, countless sweat, after watering, will always harvest their own fruits. The confusion at this moment, the sadness at this moment, may as well be buried in the bottom of my heart, immersed in the dark, until the sun shines again, open up their own stage. "

I looked at him and smiled.

Everything around me is slowly disappearing. After the real white fog rises, in the white fog, I step forward and hit the front with a fist. In the clear sound of cracking, I saw a khaki figure walking out of the mirror and merging with me. Everything is still now.