I do have some regrets. Thinking about it, how could I bear this in my heart just now? I think the moon should be more full. It really shouldn't be like this. But when I calm down and think carefully, it seems that when I slowly think about it and look at her, the moon may also be counted. And thinking like this just now is not enough. After several calculations, it still can't be counted. This really makes people have to think about it. But it's better to think about it normally, it's better to think about it normally, just stop there. Even though I know that this is just a blur, it is really easy to enumerate when it is clear.
The more I think about it, the more I think about the thoughts of Autumn. I feel that the concept of "stopping" is really extraordinary. But in this green, what I usually see is not a clear stream, but more dust. But I have never thought about how to argue for my insignificance like this. It seems that this kind of regret is not only just now, but also more common in the past. And this kind of regret has nothing to do with the elegant guests who settled in the small building at that time. Until then, the teapot had met three people, and the lid bowl was accompanied by six people. It was impossible to find another graceful shadow. However, it gradually became irresistible, and even though I deeply thought about it at this moment, it was not because I was tired of the calmness just now, but thinking that if I involuntarily think about how to find it in the future, it might be better to look at the eyebrows and eyes in front of me at this moment and think about the rest, such as the thoughts and feelings. If they arise, they will not be easily dismissed.
Thinking about it calmly, it is unintentional to have such a desire or unintentional yearning and fondness. It is a very ordinary thing, there is no need to say anything, it is not a bad thing, but it often makes people difficult to eliminate and unbearable, but it is because of the loss of the "stop" momentum, and with regret, and with confusion, and even more regret later. This is the reason. And it often becomes deeper and deeper, not only thinking about this feeling of having nothing, but also becoming more and more depressed, wanting to speak but not speaking, wanting to say but not being able to say, so it is easy to return lightly, in exchange for a sigh, every time I think about it, it is not only pitiful but also more and more sad.
Perhaps, at this moment, what I still see in front of my eyes and in my hands is the shadow that is not dazzling, or maybe the moon has already passed midnight unintentionally, but at least there is still a "bright moment", which contains endless tenderness and deep hope. The shadow is slowly coming here, and there is no need to count it. It is clear that there are still many romantic and brilliant shadows that are rippling with a gentle smile, hoping that you and I will have a deep hope for her, not a gentle smile, but a strong effort.
I often persuade myself, but it is not a long discussion. It's just a sentence, "At least there is still the moon," which is enough to say when encountering difficult and unbearable things. Just dip the ink and write a few words, and all of them will be gone.
Maybe you don't like the moon as much as I do, but I think you can still understand this feeling and tenderness.