Prose A taste of loneliness, a famous essay about loneliness

If you cry for a long time, you will get tired.

A man wanders down the street, the wind blowing, like the mocking glances of passers-by. His eyes were red with tears, and he wanted to cry out loud, but he found that there was no more water in his body. I don't cry, I can't hold back my feelings, my heart hurts even if I hold it for a long time, and the smell of stabbing makes people feel very direct.

After an afternoon of wandering through the streets like a madman, I finally re-stepped up the creaking stairs, as if I would collapse with one foot, but I got used to it, and went back to my room, hoping to drain my soul and make myself tired, preferably exhausted to death.

If you cry for a long time, you will be tired, but others think that the whirlwind of withered butterflies is only in this season. In the past, I read articles and longed to be warmed, but I didn't know that I had to warm others before I could let others warm me. All night, the night without an end, hit my heart, and I still have the urge to cry, I will be tired after crying for a long time, and I can only comfort myself like this.

What else can I do?

Don't you want your family to know that crying too much will still move those snowmen who have long been frozen in winter? I don't cry, I hold back my feelings, waiting for a new dawn to come, my own world is flying one after another, and the ending is full of wind and snow, and I just think like a pig. What can I do when I cry?

Like the sinful human beings who have broken the wings of a butterfly on the ground, begging to break their wings, are crying, and they are just a handle for ridicule. Pain, in this windy season, the cracks do not get sunlight.

If you cry for a long time, you will be tired, really, really, very tired, I really want to sleep.

Crying doesn't mean weakness, maybe you really don't have to hold back. I'm sober, I'm savoring the bitterness, and now, what else can I do?

I will get tired after crying for a long time, in fact, I don't have to be so tired, maybe as long as I let go of everything I had, I won't be tired, but, in addition to everything that was, what else do I have?

I wish I had one.

A deep heart that is not exposed.

In dialogue with the wordless landscape.

Silently identify your own path.

Inscription. Living in the rhyme of the rainy season, with a half-light and half-dark mood, the typesetting is lonely.

The red-roofed house of the soul has sadness penetrating.

The night is deeper than a book. Candlelight is an aside. Sitting on the paddle of time, who is stranded and lonely here?

The wind of thought gently upset the order in my heart, dividing myself into two, allowing myself to tell myself the story of tomorrow, and forgetting myself when I said it. In the daytime, I synthesize myself again, leave another face in the mouths and eyes of others, let myself be unhappy, let myself betray myself, it turns out that I am so invincible!

Holding the loneliness and sinking, the city of the soul is full of moonlight butterflies, and the beauty of the old days is like a barren pass, across my endless thoughts. People who knock on the level are often more haggard than those who fall red!

Tranquility in exchange for loneliness, loneliness in exchange for the pearl of thought, loneliness, what kind of beautiful essay it is!To be the most brilliant filler of my life!

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