I wrote 180,000 words last month, but I couldn't fill 1,800 words in my diary, and every time I open the diary, I can't write anything, it seems that all the words have been written, all the moods have been used up, I can't write, I have become a person who is not in the mood. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info write 6,000 words on the main site every day these days, but how many words contain my feelings? The main station is very noisy and lively, with hundreds of millions of visits every day, just like a vegetable market, where authors put up stalls to write, and the stalls in prime locations are like a market, but more are deserted alleys, with deserted stalls, and no one has patronized them for a century, but they have to endure the noise of the downtown area, and write impetuous words with an impetuous mood in a noisy environment.

Ronaldo is retired, Europe is just his away, Brazil is his home stadium, I was writing a diary when I saw this report, in fact, why am I not like this? The home station is just my away game, this is my home field.

People will leave, and their words will be chaotic. It's been a long time since I've looked at other people's space.,I just saw a journal written by a roommate.,Full of fear for the future.,He's originally a calm person like an old monk.,Don't panic.,Play the game first.,But now I'm starting to be afraid.,I can understand his mood- School started, a person ran to the school in Changsha, only to find that there was no one in the dormitory, all of them went to find a job, not only our dormitory, the whole dormitory building is like this, I think he went to school when he was still the same as before, I want to live a life of playing games in class and after class, but when he goes there with this mood, but when he faces the locked dormitory door, he is very hesitant when he faces the cat's eye that is already full of cobwebs! A few months ago, it was still very lively, with the sound of games and frolicking and AV sounds, but now the building is empty, and even Zhang Hang's beautiful snoring can not be heard. When he stood in front of that door, at the entrance of that building, what was his mood? When he went to the classroom to look for his classmates, only to find that there was no one in the classroom, what was his mood? When he walked in the empty school, there were only some freshman and sophomore juniors and sisters, and there was no one he knew, what was his mood?

Another Spring Festival has passed, I don't know where they are now, whether they have found a job, maybe they are living a seemingly lively and fulfilling life now, but what is under the surface of the excitement? Just like during the Spring Festival, when you look at the fireworks outside, will you feel lively?

Watch other people's fireworks and think about your own home.