People are in a panic, but it's just a few pieces of broken silver. It's precisely these few pieces of broken silver that can resolve all kinds of panic in the world.

People are in a panic, but it's just a few pieces of broken silver. It's these few pieces of broken silver that can solve all kinds of panic in the world.
You seem to have lost weight, your hair has grown longer, and your back is so unfamiliar that it makes me feel like seeing you was a thing of the last century. Then you call my name, and I want to laugh, as if I just finished school and waited for you at the school gate for only 5 minutes.
What has life done to you that makes you afraid to love, always revealing humility? Clearly, you are so kind and have not wronged anyone, but you lack confidence.
I don't know what tomorrow will be like, and I don't expect anything. Maybe it's just a light grass seed that can crush a camel.
Not all mistakes can be forgiven, and not all pain can be healed. There are always things that time cannot change.
I can't grasp the beauty of this world, I can only pretend to be smooth sailing.
Once you miss someone, it's a lifetime. No longer contacting, unwilling to disturb your life, not even occasional greetings. This is how growth is, constantly saying goodbye, constantly meeting.
If life deceives you, don't be sad or impatient, because life will not only deceive you, but also beat you.
The biggest regret in this life is knowing you through a screen, and losing you through a screen, and in the end, not even meeting...
To be honest with you, I am a very pessimistic person. Nine out of ten days, I think about how to disappear from this world.
I also have dreams, I also want to be rich, I also want to be respected. It's just that these beautiful imaginations about youth evaporate in the air as I get married and have children, hidden in dreams.
I have a strange quirk. I'm not afraid of death, disability, or breaking up, but I'm afraid of seeing honest people forced to lie, upright people forced to bow, outspoken people forced to be silent, and idealists witnessing their ideals shatter.
Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain that no matter how hard you try, you can't move.
I have been studying for so many years, staying up late for so many nights, doing so many exercises, enduring various pressures, participating in cruel exams, then interning, dating, breaking up, working, and working overtime. I worked so hard just to become an ordinary person.
The meaning of failure is that we disappoint everyone, including ourselves.
I used to think that my enthusiasm and initiative, my wholehearted love and dedication would move you, and I thought that my anxiety would make you feel heartbroken. Now I realize that there is nothing at all. I just did something that can only move myself.
I am a person with no prospects. Every time you turn around, I can't help but want to pounce on you. Although I have told myself countless times to let go.
The deepest love I think is that after parting, I live my life as you do.
It used to be good, thinking less, sleeping early, and enjoying laughter.
I exhausted all the nights in my life on you, but until every dawn, I don't know if you have ever loved the moon.
When I first deleted your contact information, every time I did it, I thought it was you, but it wasn't. I think it's just not used to it. After two or three months, if you don't come to me, I think it's my fault.
I'm afraid of the dark, but I fell in love with the late night; I'm afraid of loneliness, but I'm left alone; I'm afraid of pain, but I hurt myself all over; I like lively scenes, but in the end, I'm still alone.
Persisting in things that shouldn't be persisted, understanding things that shouldn't be understood, moving hearts that shouldn't be moved, drinking alcohol that shouldn't be drunk. Perhaps this is the whole process of heartbreak.
I used to think that I had crawled out of that stinking ditch, but I only learned to swim in the stinking ditch.
It turns out that adult emotions don't ask questions, don't explain, understand without words, suddenly separate, naturally diminish. It's a kind of cold tacit understanding.
In the end, I thought too much. Maybe I will still think too much because I am a flesh and blood person, and I will still have expectations. It's just that when my expectations are disappointed, I no longer cry, but say lightly, "Oh, I see."
Sometimes I can't close the refrigerator door, stub my toe on the table leg, can't find what I want when I'm about to leave, and suddenly can't help but cry. You think it's a big deal, but only I know why.
If one day, what used to touch you can no longer move you, what used to anger you can no longer provoke you, what used to make you sad can no longer make you cry, then you will know what this time, what this life has given you, and what you have sacrificed for growth.
On average, a person tells 88,000 lies in their lifetime. The easiest lie to blurt out is... "I'm fine."
Sometimes, if I send a message to someone important and they don't reply, I delete the conversation. It feels like seeing my own insignificance and eagerness when I see that conversation.
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