Those cities where time is stranded

I have just woken up in the morning, and the morning glow on the horizon is like a woman's shy and pretty cheeks, full of beauty. In this beautiful city, the city is filled with soft light, reflecting mysterious and fantastic oblique reflections. Standing among the high-rise buildings in this city, time flies by, and I feel with emotion that I have spent many days and nights here, rising from morning to night.

My friend said she was leaving this city, so I hugged her at the airport. She whispered in my ear that she might not come back to this city, and her heart was like a trembling piano. The string plucked like that. Is there another person missing in this city? At the moment when she boarded the plane and the plane roared past in the sky, she was indeed gone. The city was still here and nothing would change with her departure. She felt a little sad in her heart. For what reason, it is not clear.

Walking on the long street, there are still many people, bustling and bustling. They all look like they are in a hurry wherever they come and go. There is a dazzling array of products, and through the glass windows, you can see smiling clerks serving customers with all their heart. Listen, what is the sound, "OH, Jinglebells, jinglebells, Jinglealltheway,", oh, it turns out to be Christmas, take a look, the decorated Christmas tree inside the store is sparkling. This festival that didn’t originally belong to us belongs to us, and elements of the city that didn’t originally belong to this city have appeared. After the baptism of time, it slowly settled.

Hiding in the library, there are many shadows stranded by time. The small hands slowly touched the rows of books with slightly yellowed writing, exuding the unique smell of books that have been eaten away by time. Open it gently, fearing that the traces of time will fall off due to flipping. Lines of regular and full typefaces appear on the paper. It tells us every bit of the past five thousand years. The era is so long that we are already far away. Out of touch. Perhaps, after a few years, the city here will no longer be accessible. It's like these books are stranded here in time.

In this city, I heard that there is a temple that has stood for thousands of years. When you walk in, you will see green trees, red walls, green pines and cypresses, and it looks very solemn. Sandalwood lingers, the Buddha's voice is overwhelming, all things are purified, and only the Buddha's words are left in the ears. Buddha said: You have to wait quietly, wait for the moment when the flowers bloom, and wait for the wind to blow through the calyx to awaken the dreams planted in the previous life. I hope you can bloom the gentlest smile full of vicissitudes of life. Waiting is the best lie of time. Waiting to no avail means that there is no fate in this life. If this is realized, it is said that fate has finally come. But who controlled this ending? There is a master in the darkness, and in this darkness, the hair is already gray and full of mulberry. Just as the Buddha said, no matter what the result is, no matter how long the time is, in the end, you will wake up and you will look back and smile. I feel sorry for a temple, and I feel sorry for such a city. It cannot escape, and it is also experiencing being stranded by time. What kind of changes will everything be like in the future? He raised his hands and prayed devoutly, hoping to understand soon that the heart is the heart, things are things, and not to be overwhelmed by the world of mortals.

The clock hanging in the city is hanging high, and the second hand that looks particularly dazzling under the sunlight is moving little by little, informing people that this city has gone through countless minutes. Second by second, it tells people that our time is passing by minute by minute. We still have many minutes and seconds. We don’t know it. Maybe the next second will be the end of life. What we step on and what we carry on our heads is also time in this city. It is moving little by little, moving towards the future. The present we have is only such a short second. What we have It's really not much at all. If you cherish it, you may save yourself a second of regret. Mistakes are short-term regrets, but misses are eternal.

Looking at the high-rise buildings, what I feel is not bursts of joy, but bursts of depression. Those piles of steel and cement may be the hope of many people, but the blue sky and white clouds are getting more and more time-consuming. Come less and less. That indifferent high-rise building and the square grids in the layers make people go crazy and distressed by it, but they also have to be happy with it. The sky still exists, the earth still exists, the city still exists, and people still exist. But the contented time changed with the little changes in the city. Those things that have been left in the past bit by bit by time can never go back. Hold a cup of coffee and look at this city, looking at it helplessly, watching it being precipitated by time, watching it being slowly stranded by time.

The phone rang. He picked up the call and happily told him that he would come to this city just because there was something he wanted to pursue in this city. Smiled softly. It turns out that one person left, but another person came. Constantly changing, too many endings and beginnings are like a door, closing and opening, opening and closing again, we are going in and out of the city. There are always things in life that we long for, but if we don’t pursue them, we will never get them. In these cities stranded by time, there is always endless hope waiting and tempting.

Enjoy now, at least it will pass soon. When the sun rises again tomorrow, everything in today’s city will become the past tense in tomorrow’s city and will never be returned to. go.

Those cities where time has been stranded will have new lives and new dreams.