Wings 2013-7-1113:54

Going out to dinner in the morning, it was hot, walking down the boulevard, occasionally passing by some cars. www.biquge.info There is nothing special about this afternoon, just one of the 30,000 afternoons in my life, and I don't even have a memory. But I can still remember the feeling of the afternoon, the scorching sun in the sky, sitting alone at a quiet table listening to songs and reading, and the sound of knowing outside the window, there is some comfort, but more of a memory. Now I can only spend the afternoon in the office, I really don't want to work, I have more than ten days to go, and now every day is torment.

After eating, I returned to the office, opened the diary, I didn't know what to write, but I felt the need to record something, so I wrote this diary without a theme. It's just like this afternoon, just the most common entry in the vast diary, maybe I'll forget it when I'm done, buried in the space, and never to be turned up again. At this moment, in the headphones is a song "Wings" by Lin Junjie, ten years ago, on an afternoon when I was a young boy, I heard this song, and I also knew Lin Junjie for the first time. At that time, I only thought the melody was good, but now I have a faint sense of nostalgia when I hear it.

Time flies so fast, the pop songs I liked at that time have now become classic old songs, a few days ago a netizen asked me if I like the song "Split", I casually said that I liked it many years ago, but I really counted it, and found that it has been ten years. Now, I am the same age as Jay Chou when he sang "Split", I must not have thought that ten years later, I would be the same as I am now, living mediocre in the vast sea of people.

How do I describe this kind of life? As it is now, I can't write a diary, I can't keep a quiet heart, I don't have a theme, I'm surrounded by hustle and bustle, I'm full of busy colleagues, and I get flustered by their quick talking, hurried footsteps, worried about what my boss will tell me to do. I tried to calm down, so I struggled with all kinds of emotions, and after a little time passed, I regretted that I had wasted a day.

Wings, I also want a pair of wings to fly out of this dreary dark room, to fly into the vast and free sky, and don't let me hear the hurried footsteps again, and don't let me face the performance KIP again.

"Little Yellow. At this moment, the voice of my boss rang out, and my boss's boss happened to hurry past me, tearing up a stack of papers with great force, and the colleague next to me stood up and stared at me as he wrote in his diary......