The body is sick

Recently, I have been feeling sick, I feel tired, and I am a little slack in doing things, and occasionally I lie down, and I feel that my body is too broken.

Probably because I didn't take good care of him, I felt that he was still young, so he didn't care, he complained about me and gave me a small punishment to demonstrate his ability.

Not talking about these unhappy topics, it seems that I am a little sad, and I will talk about what I have been busy with lately.

From the last time I wrote to the present, there are probably two reasons for stopping in the middle, one is that I am busy with my studies, and the other is to adapt to the new environment.

Graduation thesis, an explanation of the four years of college, an explanation of myself, busy and busy, but also learned a lot of things, but also felt that it was not enough, but time was in a hurry, it was so unclear that it ended, the smooth defense, with a strange mood to participate in the graduation ceremony, officially bid farewell to college life, farewell in that hot summer, to be precise, the sun after a heavy rain.

I can't tell you the process of coming all the way, so I have to bury it in my heart, and maybe I can recall it soon.

After graduating, I found a job, with a small company, where my master, my roommate, and the men and women I interned with.

I'm an employee here, so there will be leadership, whether it's a kind of identity suppression, or spiritual leadership, or strategic guidance, I do my part, and everything is still in the process of learning.

For example, the apartment is in the downtown area, and you will be woken up every day, and you will go to bed in the middle of the night every day, but you have to get up very early, clock in to work, and the company's meals will be served, but you have no extra spare money to eat delicious food.

However, time smoothed everything for us, I gradually got used to this kind of life, and began a regular life, accidentally, I gained a lot of weight, I can see my round face now, speaking of parents, I really gradually feel the existence of home, every time I talk or chat with my parents, I can probably experience that kind of love better, irreplaceable but let us also helpless.

For everyone who has a story in their heart, home is a harbor and a shackle that cannot be escaped.

It was late at night, the wind outside the window was still blowing, and the small fan in the house was also turning, and finally found a quiet place in the text.

"One Day at a Time" sick body is in the hand, please wait a while,

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