Martial Arts in My Dream

I still remember in that night-covered city, four friends sitting on a high terrace looking at the sporadic lights below, a cigar passed in each other's hands, the thick body of the cigar was hard to suck, so I could only hold it in my mouth, the taste of the burning tobacco was a little bitter, a little pungent. On the low table between the two, the small stereo was playing a love song by Li Zongsheng, and the low voice was full of love for someone who didn't know if it was true or not. We accompanied by wine shallow conversation for a moment on the future of the idea, laughing and flirting with the upcoming into the jianghu and slightly childish face, perhaps drunkenness has long brought it to the real dream world.

　　At that time, I thought the so-called jianghu to take its harmonic sound, understanding that a paste is more appropriate, it makes people in the time of nothing, but also reluctantly forward, it makes people in the sunset to still put a smile on the mirror of the deceased color release. You can't ask her to be as tough as iron when she's with you in the storm, and at the same time be as soft as water when the flowers bloom in spring. Sometimes it doesn't matter if you don't understand and know too much, but it's a pity that the sword in the palm of your hand always swings to the person you want first.

　　Looking back at the nourishing rain and the cold winds of the North, the two sides of my life are colored, and the gentle southern sound and the resounding northern sound are intertwined in the ears. I thought it was a dazzling pleasure, who expected that nine out of ten people are not as happy as they want to be in life, and it is a common occurrence in the world to hit a wall. The news between friends for many years is also intermittent, relieving myself that after all, there are always different clouds in the sky that someone needs to travel a long way to see. It is also gradually understood who did not dream of the jungle when they were young, but it rarely lends a shoulder to snuggle, and the gentle moonlight is only to more clearly reflect the traces of slipping tears.

　　In fact, the dice in the wheel of fate will not stop, the specific results are very difficult to settle the dust in a moment. If you want the chips on the table to be grasped in your hand for a long time, you need to be clear that gain and loss cannot be mutually fulfilling, and the choice to make can and cannot be based on careful consideration rather than a thought of courage. Those who are frowning, constantly struggling with the so-called self-interest of the former is not just a meticulous registration, until the later will be a bright red stamp on black and white, unaware of the people in the words. But not into the mountains, it is difficult to see the tiger, not dive into the abyss, there is no real dragon chant. Only personally walking on the road ahead, to know the road underfoot is muddy and bumpy or smooth and healthy, although most of the time is both, but as long as the moment to look back and do not laugh at themselves, it is already a great man.

　　I watched clearly as people leaned their backs against the crimson door frame, half tilted their heads to hastily light the first cigarette in their lives, followed by a sharp cough, and then a quick goodbye. The wine in the glass has changed many colors, after drinking the vodka refreshingly sweet, it is difficult to appreciate the Bailey's wine like milk tea silky smooth. These wines are not known who yesterday's corpse brewed, even so will be drunk over the years, attached to the skeleton of the flesh and blood drunk to be able to deeply perceive all that has been experienced. But this wine is not enough to comfort the lonely hearts in the wind and dust, no one knows how many clockwise rounds it beats in the lonely darkness of the night. The smoke in their mouths is also difficult to say all the bitterness, because soon the glass is empty, the ground only broken ash and residual cigarette butts.

　　In this real and fantasy mixed with the field of the Cyrus, I am sorry to keep looking at the world with my own eyes big, but also more painful to know their own smallness. The most cruel thing is that even if you know your own smallness, you still have to take this Sumeru in the body of the mustard seed, the sun and moon hidden in the cup of the palm. However, it is still worthwhile to take comfort in the fact that the road ahead has a clear breeze and clear scenery, there are flowers, moon and sunset, and more people.