I haven't written anything for a few days, because I have some things, that is, I went somewhere else to meet a friend, what about such a friend? I haven't seen her for a long time, so I have a feeling of missing her, but what about such a friend? She is also a very introverted person, and she never sees anyone else or anything, and I am a good friend of hers, so I see her. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But she's a person like her, she's always buried in things, and never likes to ask about other things in the world, and I don't know what to say about her, but I have a very strange feeling, and I don't know why I always use such a word every time I write an article, that is, "strange", is it really strange? It's not necessarily, but my pen has always been such a way of writing, to see her is a long distance, a total of a thousand kilometers away, in such a thousand kilometers of travel, other ways of walking is not suitable, taking the train is a good choice, take the high-speed rail? The cost is too expensive, what about the sleeper? Then I can only sit on the hard seat, this is my consistent practice, in such a consistent practice, I still chose the hard seat, this is a money-saving and very practical method, when I go I directly said to my friends, after saying good, I set off without hesitation, the train is delayed is a very infuriating thing, this is what I don't want to see, this is also what others don't want to see, at such a juncture, I hope to see friends earlier, but what? The train is delayed, and there is really a feeling of anger in such a delay, but what can be done? Or where to wait, sometimes in the temporary parking position, sometimes halfway, really can't say what it looks like, but such a problem is really very serious, our anxious heart is not at all restless, really think a lot, anxious for a long time before slowly waiting until the train is like the sound of moving, this moment I don't know how excited, really very happy, this can really be said to be a big happiness in a small day, in such a small day, has always been so fresh, I have no way at all。;