The more books I read, the more I feel that I am shallow, and even some books, I don't have the courage to read them, for fear that I will fall into that desperate situation and not be able to get out.

Who really loves literature in contemporary times, but it just happens to have some talent, and it is to show off it to satisfy their vanity.

I still feel humble, gentle and gentle at all times, but most of the time, I don't do it well enough.

Summer is here, and the words have become hot, and they can't hide from their heads, and they disappear silently as sweat drips to the ground, and no one really cares.

Where literature can be talked about, it is just the stuff of a group of people. Where can I still calm down and read the readable things, and after thinking about it, I only feel that my thinking is biased after all, and the livelihood I have made over the years is just a lie.

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