Lonely Passage 10, a paragraph about loneliness

Apathy, which began to invade me gradually, became a part of my life, a shadow and a strange circle that lingered in my character.

As a result, I feel like I'm a colder type and lack enthusiasm for people.

Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan" is also a kind of indifference, which stems from the indifference derived from the complete disappointment with the society. Whether in ancient or modern society, many people have become monks, and they have become indifferent. They think that they can achieve positive results by occupying the mountain and building a temple, but in fact, the essence is just to find a place to evacuate the fatigue in their hearts.

Good people become indifferent only when they are extremely tired, while bad people become indifferent because they are not profitable. The funniest thing about this world is that both good and bad people end up being very cold

Because the bad guys will make the good guys indifferent, and the bad guys themselves will become very indifferent because their ambitions and desires are not completely satisfied.

So, I found solace! Apathy, indeed, is the nature of the world!

So, it seems, good guys and bad guys, it's no different!

So, this world is ridiculous and pitiful!

So, apathy has become a common problem in modern society!

I was slowly becoming apathetic, and in my heart I knew that I didn't want to do this, but I was still slowly walking down the road of indifference, and I was going farther and farther, and I understood that sometimes I couldn't control myself.

When I was lying alone in a dark room, loneliness was hovering outside the door. I don't let it in. The loneliness of the soul made me brave at this time, and made me understand a little bit deeply:

There is always darkness in our lives. Loneliness is an ocean, I have always been up and down in it, losing my direction, but loneliness leads me to a real life, leading me to think deeply.

Life is a pure white open space, where lonely people wander repeatedly. On top of this piece of pure white, I cried and laughed, and I understood the so-called truth of the world little by little. When life finally went away with the glitz, I finally found peace.

The above is excerpted from Tian Wei's "Half an Acre of Flower Field", recommended reading.

The lack of moon hangs dredging paulownia, and the initial tranquility of people is missing. From time to time, I saw a lonely person, ethereal and lonely. Startled but turned back, there was hatred and no one to think. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch, and the lonely sandbar is cold.

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses. How can you ask you? The heart is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning. There is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to argue.

Loneliness is the carnival of one person, the carnival, the loneliness of a group of people.

The passage describing loneliness is as follows:

Outside the window, the snow of early spring fell again, and the snowflakes falling in the sky were like dancing elves, white and clear. At times like this, I like to be alone. Over the years, I have become accustomed to a person's quietness, a person's freedom, a person's sprinkling of the nucleus, and a leisurely walk in the clouds like the wind and the clouds.

Watching the crystal snowflakes flying, it is just like a lonely dance step, lonely and lonely. At this time, the earthly world is as mellow and tranquil as snow, looking forward to Ling Yue thousands of trapped mountains; Just like the clear and hearty snow drifting, eager to fly over the sea of thousands of times. The vast snowfield turned into a white stage, and I felt as if I was standing on a huge stage, dancing alone, without an audience or a dance partner.

Like Haruki Murakami's characters, he dances tirelessly and never stops until he dies. This is a state of life, not in the result of the dance, but only in the process of the dance. Lonely several times, often seen in other people's words, some people write, meeting is a kind of calamity, this is to say that meeting is a kind of fate, but I really don't know.

My own coming-and-forth encounters and encounters are fate or calamity, if it is a calamity, then, I can't escape this calamity, if it is fate, but why? Different encounters and encounters in different locations? Because of this, there are always different encounters at different times and places, and they meet again after meeting, which is a lonely passing.

Or the bustle of sadness, through the time of the years, loneliness has repeatedly experienced a long period of wind and sun, the color of loneliness can not fade the charm of sadness, it is a kind of bleakness standing in the sea of people, buried in the loneliness of a confession that the world does not know. If.

If there is no encounter in fate, even if it is not happiness, I will try to fulfill it, but when to start, tired in the deep silent night, every closed eye, is a lonely carnival.

You can watch "Lonely Journey".

The heavy night slowly gathered around me, and my loneliness was like the night slowly falling outside the window, getting thicker and thicker. I didn't want to turn on the light, so I just sat quietly in loneliness. Countless nights, loneliness hit me, in silence, only the brightness of the light sprinkled on me, so that I could still have the only remaining warmth.

Looking at the shining lights among the buildings outside the window, imagining the happiness flowing there, I stood silent, speechless and sad. In life, there are some things that do not need to be understood, just like this loneliness, you don't have to understand it, as long as you can feel an emotion, it is enough to not think about the plot behind it, in fact, it has no plot at all. The night is a night without a plot, but its emotions flow passionately until dawn.