I didn't look up at the sky for a long time, but I didn't know that the sun in the evening of midwinter was so gorgeous, bright red as blood, hanging in the sky, and there was still a trace of heat left.

This reminds me of a sentence I wrote not long ago: in the end, it is the body that is weak, walking in the sun, and feeling like a new life!

The early sun in the sky, bring light, the noon sun will only be blazing, but in the evening, no one pays attention to the sunset that is about to sink, how many leisure people, do not want to forge ahead, look up at the sky, hoping that the sky glow will bring him a trace of inspiration and courage in life.

Coincidentally, I was one of them!

I seldom chase the meaning of life, and I am willing to fall into the sea of sorrow and suffering, and my tears are the least valuable, from childhood to adulthood, black and white.

Strange elves often jump in my head and make my head dizzy, but fortunately he or she doesn't always move, otherwise I might have become crazy and remain in this wonderful world.

The combination of the glow and the blood sun is very suitable, and there is no dazzling light in the unbearable heat, and only beauty remains.

It is said that it is the remnant sun, but it is very round, it is even rounder than the sky, but it has lost its heat after all, and it can only be the remnant sun.

Just like in the twilight of life, walking by the river with a cane, I feel that this river will be my home.

Leaving the crutches, I can only lie on the bed, sit on the sofa, can't go out, can't see the sun, would you like to come to me again to say hello, it is a parting in the twilight of life.

Remaining in the world, swaying for many years, the only one who looks down is myself, and the unchanging sunset, because after all, I can't see the early morning sun and the noon sun, only occasionally see a glimmer of the sunset through the window.

It feels a little cruel to say, but I don't know that it means the best ending.

I think at that time, I could only look at the world vaguely, not distinguishing between beauty and ugliness, and it didn't matter whether it was high or low.

Love, hate, and regret are as if they didn't happen, and they don't affect my lonely freedom in the slightest.

So much better!

"One Day at a Time" is like blood is in the hand, please wait a while,

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