my naughty female president

People who look at themselves and feel sorry for themselves seem to be more likely to think about their past!The past, the past people, the past years...

Maybe it's also due to my state of mind, in this place where I'm alone, when I'm alone, I don't have to worry about being out of date, and I don't have to be afraid of being seen through!I seem to finally be able to remember everything I want to remember without any scruples!
I finally understand that only in a place where there are no people can I have a sense of security...

I thought of Annie, the last time I met her, her distorted face due to pain, and her desperate turning around after hysteria, but my numb heart has gradually stopped feeling the pain.

I just silently wish her in my heart that she can find her own happiness, that's enough!
I thought of Mu Xichun again, the love I thought I was self-righteous, and the expired agreement between us.I remembered the few questions she asked while looking at Ah Wei in the video Xiangdong showed me!

She will probably figure it out!Maybe she will be angry and unwilling to her father, but she will eventually understand that they are her parents after all, they just want their daughter to live a happier life, even if they are wrong, as far as she is concerned What's wrong?
She may have regrets, but a perfect life probably needs some regrets to embellish, doesn't it?If everything goes well in your life, it is probably the biggest regret when you look back at your life when you are old and find that there is nothing that makes you feel bad about it!
I think she will be happy. After all, Ah Wei loves her so much. Although to some extent she has succumbed to her destiny, who can control her own destiny without any injuries?

She may also think of me from time to time!This person who has been riding a horse in her life is just an unexpected encounter at the intersection of two different roads. They met in an instant and then returned to their respective journeys. Looking back and smiling may make people feel moved, but It is absolutely difficult to support one's life by relying on this smile!So after being moved, you have to turn your head and look at the road ahead of you!
As for the people who once rubbed shoulders, they each have their own way back. Even if the end point is different, at least that time looking back is enough to amaze each other's journey, and it doesn't matter if they forget about it afterwards...

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, retracted my wandering thoughts, and forced myself to stop thinking about these things!

However, when I opened my eyes, I suddenly realized that I had unconsciously woven a garland with the azalea beside me when I was wandering in the sky!
I suddenly remembered the scene a few years ago, in the same season, the same weather, and the same place, Mu Xichun was standing in the spring breeze of Hexi in a white dress and a garland that I woven for her with the same azalea. Standing on the land full of wild flowers, dancing like a beautiful elf...

　
After leaving my mother’s grave, I went back to the train station. For me, this hometown seems to have nothing to miss except my mother. However, my mother has already been turned into a cup of loess. I feel a little warmth, and I want to find another place to settle down!
The conductor at the ticket window asked me where I was going?I was stunned for a moment, since I left City A, I hadn't thought about where I was going for the past few days, the only City A I was familiar with, I would never go back, for a while I didn't know where else I could go!
So when this question suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, I was stunned for a while. The conductor asked me again. To surrender myself to fate.

Since there is no way to grasp it, just go with the flow.The so-called resignation to fate is a kind of deep-rooted despair, but you must know that fate is an unpredictable thing, even if you try your best, you can't change where it will eventually take you!

It seems to me that everything is strange except City A, and what I need now is to go to a strange place where no one is familiar with to live again. Since everything is the same everywhere, there is no need to worry about it.

I said to the conductor: "Go anywhere, the farther the better!"

The conductor gave me a strange look and said, "Are you sure?"

I nodded with certainty.

"Id card, 410 seven five! This is the farthest place!"

The conductor said to me, still looking at me with strange eyes, as if she couldn't imagine why a person didn't even know where he was going.Because when I got the ticket and left, I vaguely heard her whisper in the window: "Crazy!"

When I got the ticket and saw the location above, my heart couldn't help trembling slightly. There were two words written on the ticket: Lhasa.

It seems to be God’s will, and it seems to be the guidance of some kind of power in the dark. This place I have always wanted to go but never went, but it appeared in front of me when I had no direction. It's ironic, but the conductor didn't lie to me anyway, this is probably the furthest place I can go!
The train started two hours later. I sat by the window and watched the passing scenery, imagining the unknown distance and the new life that was about to start there. Unconsciously, I felt a sense of enlightenment.

After experiencing so many things, I no longer deliberately pursue anything in life. Life is impermanent and fragile. Excessive demands and persistence can only make life overwhelmed.

Instead of this, it is better to let go of your obsessions. You may think this is a weak compromise, but I always feel that exile is also a kind of life!It seems that I had this attitude towards life before I met Mu Xichun, and after going through all kinds of ups and downs, my mood returned to the old one.

The so-called life is nothing more than a cycle of wasting life. I seem to have said this before, but now I want to add one more sentence: in the end, it is just another form of different routes to the same goal!
Thinking of Xiao Tang, college students, A Song, and their experiences, made me deeply understand that even the most ordinary and simple life is a gift from God.

How many people in the world are exhausted in order to get rid of the mediocre life, but they don't know that many people spend their whole life in pursuit of a stability. Isn't the so-called ordinary great in another sense?I figured this out long ago in prison.

The journey was long, the train stopped and passed one flashy city after another, and finally drove slowly into the wilderness.

The green outside the car window began to gradually decrease, and then it was a grayish-brown land. Occasionally, there were only gravel and stones passing by the hills. There is no need to describe the desolation. This made me finally understand why there is a color called navy blue.

Finally, after nearly fifty hours of journey, the train announcement sounded that the final station Lhasa was about to arrive.

I got off the train in the crowd of people, and finally walked out of the station through the crowded corridor.Standing on the square in front of the station, I closed my eyes and let out a heavy breath.The closed space and stale air of the train carriage made me extremely uncomfortable, but at this moment there was a kind of relief-like relaxation.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the sky. It was a rare fine weather. There were white clouds ripped into filaments floating under the azure blue dome. The sunshine was clean and dazzling, which made me feel dizzy.

I asked for a bowl of beef noodles at a noodle stall next to the station, and the Tibetan boss greeted me enthusiastically to sit down in a substandard Mandarin.He kneaded the noodles very skillfully, and then pulled a ball of dough into thin noodles, exaggerated as if he was dancing.

The beef noodles were served quickly, and sure enough, the noodles were chewy and the soup was rich, which made my mouth full.After eating the noodles, I bought a map of Tibet from the Tibetan children who were selling maps in the square, and I wanted to make good arrangements for the next itinerary.

I opened the map and looked at it for a long time, but I couldn't make up my mind which direction to go to this vast land. Since I had no direction, I simply continued to go west, and this idea suddenly came to my mind.

It doesn't matter where I go, there will always be my pure land in the vast world, I thought to myself, so I got on the long-distance bus to continue west.

The car started and continued to the west. I was accompanied by several Tibetans and a tourist group of more than a dozen people.

The female guide stood in the aisle in the middle and told them about the next itinerary, but unfortunately I didn't know any of the places she said.I suddenly wondered if I could also go with them to see where they were going.

But think about it or forget it, I know that I am not here for tourism, and I have little money left on me, although I also want to experience their lives, but I have a clear choice between dreams and bread the latter.

The poems and distant places once imagined are nothing but the delicate pretensions of ignorant teenagers.Who ever said that the meaning of travel is just to go where you are bored to go to the place where others are bored. The so-called meaning is just imposed by people to cover up their hypocrisy.

In addition to these people, there are three young men, two men and one woman, with healthy wheat-colored skin, wide-brimmed hats on their heads, and triangular handkerchiefs tied around their necks. They all carry huge backpacks. They look travel-stained, but their expressions are excited, and a look of anticipation is beyond words. I know they are traveling in another way, but I don't know where their destination is.

The road to the west is not very good, the car bumps very badly, and occasionally some roads near the mountains can be described as steep. Fortunately, the driver seems to have gotten used to such road conditions, and the journey is safe and sound.

I sat by the window and looked at the scenery outside. There was a piece of brown land under the blue sky. At the farthest point of my eyes, I could vaguely see the towering mountains. The tops of the mountains were intertwined with the white clouds in the sky.

From the square window, it looks like a landscape painting drawn by a master, mysterious and solemn.

In this gray-brown world, with the slight bumps of the car, I fell asleep unknowingly, so this became the color of the dream.