Why do people like to have meetings? It's probably too lonely. It feels like sitting at home every day, not going to see the crowd, and having to hold back the illness, so I gathered from one room to another room, and poured out all the opinions that were overwhelming in my heart.
I sat and listened for a while, feeling bored. Sneaking out the door, I saw a gray-haired critic standing in the hall with frowning, smoking a cigarette alone. I went down the elevator silently, and saw large and large clouds floating in the sky. They were not flattering, not greedy, their souls were independent, and they were free and abundant. It's a pity that most people in the world can't even make a cloud, so they only cling to and climbing, trying to become a towering tree. But the tree that was clinging to it always looked contemptuous.
After the meeting, it is usual to have dinner together. After eating enough food and drinking, the dinner was switched to a separate channel for private chat, and a little boredom suddenly appeared amidst the enthusiasm. Can’t find a suitable chat partner, just sit there in a daze, swiping the phone, or looking at a group of people who are struggling with each other, looking in a trance, as if the excitement contrary to daily life, imaginary fireworks exploded in the sky, bright and fragile .
I didn't know what to say for a while. No one talked to me either. So looking at the messy table in front of him, he slowly shielded the noisy voices and slid into the tunnel of self-retreat. Those who whisper and take this opportunity to deepen their feelings don't even notice a lonely person like me. And I, separated by a pane of glass from this boiling person, didn't care at all about what kind of intimate "private chat" the two people in the corner were doing. I just emptied myself, letting my soul give birth to wings, broke the window, and soared freely over the silent city.
If at this time, through the steaming window, I must still be able to see the drunk people in the room, forget the sadness of this world for the time being, and be immersed in the endless carnival. And I just want to leave quietly, turn into a star, and illuminate the lonely world with a faint light in the lonely night. The loneliness at this moment, no one can understand, but like rivers and seas, boundless.
On the way back, I accidentally opened the circle of friends and took a look, and found that even after years of absence, the people in the circle of friends are still there. Carnival carnival, lonely loneliness. In short, like a meeting, everyone maintained this kind of worldly relationship in a kind and polite manner. Maybe one day we leave, this relationship will continue, like each other in the underworld, laughing and laughing. But if you let this group of "friends" chat privately, you will feel embarrassed and boring, and feel at a loss. The words are handed out one by one.
The Moments of Friends is just another banquet hall, full of noise, and a pair of eyes are staring at those who are useful to you. However, when the banquet dissipated, people still recovered as before, as if a stone fell into the lake, and fell into calm with a rumbling sound. What if they are not in the same field, even if they occasionally come across a like?
I don’t like to post in Moments. I know my own happiness. Only my closest friends and family members will really pay attention to and like it. Irrelevant people, but just look at the excitement.
