In the repetitive life day after day, Ann gradually learned to fantasize, fantasize about some unrealistically beautiful things.

It's just that Ann always feels that different lives have different survival situations and different paths.

They pass through different coastal landscapes, show different splendor, interpret different dream-chasing concepts, tell different growth processes, follow different ways of life, and implement different treatment policies, so as to climb to different heights of life!

It doesn't matter about the criteria, what suits you is always the road under your feet I have been living in college for more than half a year, and the so-called endless fierce battles only continue to fight in my dreams, and I can clearly hear the wailing of the broken halberd and sinking sand when I sleep silently.

Every morning is early, and the coolness is meager. The lonely moon captures the swaying of the trees beside the road, pressing against the ground, cutting into swaying shadows. Stepping on these scabs that fell to the ground, we walked in a hurry.

The days evenly sew up the cracks of life, the stitches are neat, and the simplicity is maddening! Subconsciously, I was expecting worse weather. The wind and clouds depend on it, and the clouds look forward to it. The rain can be sneering, but it should not be windy. Looking up at the unchanging melancholy in the sky, I gradually hated the crimson color more and more.

I don't like red, just because red is warm and unfading. It can feed lice on a gorgeous robe.

Warm. Yes, lukewarm, not hot. Just like life now, there are no big ups and downs, and it doesn't matter if there is no escape. You're just the wind-up clown on the wall clock, spending time at the end of the predetermined trajectory!

When the rain came, I didn't have many surprises to expect. I suddenly understood that many times it is not we who choose life, but life that filters out us.

Fall asleep, but ask what was once and again. Close my eyes lightly, let my eyelashes sweep away the dust, and bring spring into my heart. When the rain stops, enjoy the ice cream that melts on your tongue. With a past that I don't want to ask, I fell asleep...

The journey is inevitably full of dangers. Where there is a bright sun, there must be a viscous shadow. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong to do anything, strong or cowardly. In the face of the different scenery that must be passed on the road of life, whether you are looking at the flowers or considering everywhere, only you can give yourself the correct positioning, and only you can implement your choice from the beginning.

The class bell always rings again and again, like a messenger sent by time, all at once, grabbing, depriving, invading, raging... Looking back unintentionally, the scene as clear as yesterday has become an old thing from last year. This makes me feel that if I don't hold the throat of time, today's time will become tomorrow's yellowing year in a blink of an eye!

Thinking about the first step into the university, the joy of future success seems to have been engraved on the quaint Zhu Gate. The concave stone steps seem to have left traces of the past. At that moment, it is difficult to buy a thousand dollars, and what is valuable is not the time that has passed, but the full pride that has withered!

Treading the vicissitudes of memory, trace the vicissitudes of memory. The one who studied hard for the college entrance examination, the one who carried my bags and dreamed of it, the one who persevered to achieve the goal, the one who didn't give up when I encountered setbacks...

The university is truly a temple of freedom, with a variety of community activities, and students walk in the spring of life with bizarre dreams. At the same time, the university is also a colorful dye vat, where all kinds of temptations consume your will, assimilate your thoughts, devour your aspirations, and turn the once full into the emptiness of the moment!

Some people say that the memory of a fish is only seven seconds, and after seven seconds, the fish does not remember the past, and the place where it just swam has become a new world!

Half a year is enough time for everyone to become familiar with a strange place, just like half a year later, I have long lost the freshness I had when I first entered college, and even my initial enthusiasm has been greatly reduced.

The fish is not afraid of tears because of the tolerance of the water, but also because of its contentment, but we don't, what we can have is just a tenacious heart, a tense self-esteem, a never-give-up desire to win, a touch of self-confidence in the mountains and rivers, a high-spirited vitality, a hard-working sweat, and a look forward to the future calmly!

Let's go with these! I believe that with these, no matter how strong the wind is, it will not be able to extinguish the light of tears!

As soon as the weather turned cold, the holy elf probed his head and walked towards us, and the first learning of college life was ripped off like cotton.

In the snow, Ann's most out-and-out body odor is cold, but a gorgeous snowball fight in this out-and-out snowball fight also dilutes a lot of sadness. At that moment, there was only playful laughter, only bright eyes mixed with joy and hatred, and only snowballs flying wantonly......

Without paying attention, a snowball came at me, and Ann closed her eyes in amazement. A thousand years ago, there was a man standing on the shore and looking at the autumn water soup. Holding black silk paper in his hand, the bright red seal text is as clear as the stars in the night sky.

In the condensation of the remnant snow, his thin figure stood suddenly, and he had a heart that was not stained by fame and fortune. Born noble, but he doesn't want to be an official, he has no desire to fly into the sky, he just wants to be like a butterfly shuttling between flowers, pursuing the small and subtle happiness of pollen in life. The falling flowers outside the window are miserable, like a dream. The musk smoke in the house dissipated, like a dream. The sunset went down the small building again. The mood of the day is like a hookah and fog, and the loneliness is like an empty mountain and broken flowers.

He is so pitiful, like the scholar who woke up one night and was abandoned by the fox girl in the wild house in "Liao Zhai". It was in this situation that the snow fell. One after another, tugging at his heartstrings.

Take a look. What holy snow! He praised it, as if he opened his eyes and the fragrance of falling plums rushed to him, and he was amazed.

He finally regarded the first snow in this sorrow as a raft to swim across, even though Luomei was as calm as a lonely city in the south of the clouds, and love and hate were churning like snow, he just smiled and chanted "Qinghui is as clear as snow", and then let fate gently fluctuate with the wind.

With a moment of hope, An Meng opened his eyes. The snowballs of the classmates came again, reflecting on Ann's forehead, Ann's cheeks, Ann's shoulders...

Ann suddenly became much brighter, Ann quickly threw down the snow on her body, rushed into the enemy camp, and came to fight with all her heart relaxed.

For a certain period of time, Ann fell in love with watching anime, and in the process of watching anime, she would like some characters in anime works.

It was a taciturn but cold-blooded and cruel child, a child who had prematurely covered it with dust despite having big eyes with great aura, and a child who solved trouble by killing but simply didn't know what heartache was.

He was blindfolded, his right hand clutched tightly on the clothes on his left chest, and he looked at the only life in front of him that had given him warmth but was unconsciously crushed by him, and hot liquid poured down from his eyes.

In confusion, he wiped it with his hand, staring intently at the clear liquid between his fingers. For the first time, he knew that water could come out of his eyes. He looked at the fallen person in front of him, grabbed the clothes on his left chest, and said in confusion and amazement: "Although there is no bloodshed, it really hurts here." ”

When the morning dawn came, and others opened their eyes, his eyes were wide open; When the remnant sun of dusk dissipated an innocent halo, turned into a faint faint halo, and was finally swallowed up by darkness, his eyes were wide open; When Tuan Luan at midnight sprinkled the stolen Qinghui to the world, his eyes were still wide open.

The brightness between the eyes dimmed, the flickering light between the pupils disappeared, and two circles of symmetrical black suddenly appeared on the white eye sockets. Yes, he can't sleep, he can't sleep and he doesn't want to sleep. The demon beast that was active in its body was always waiting for an opportunity, a chance for the carrier to relax its vigilance, a chance to break out of its body and see the light of day again.

There are only nightmares in his dreams, only the struggle when the two powerhouses meet!

He can easily cut the enemy's neck with kunai, he can pierce the enemy's heart with a sand halberd without hesitation, and he can easily crush the enemy's bones with a sand shield, but he can't laugh comfortably and cry calmly.

He didn't even know how to vent that feeling.

In the combat competition, he was just a child, the same age as others, but he showed too much cruelty and cold-bloodedness that did not match his age.

Confused and stumbling all the way, bloody battles all the way, bloodthirsty and ruthless all the way, rejecting people all the way, and disguising themselves all the way. It's just that all this can't extinguish the bright conscience of the person who licked his wounds alone in the dark.

"The life is as bleak as the autumn rain, but the heart is as tragic as the sunset", just like the eternal words, "The hateful must have pity". It's just that his pity makes us appreciate the tragedy from the desolation!

After experiencing the storms of the times, he felt the loneliness imposed on him by the times, and this loneliness became the nourishment for him to release and heal himself. Otherwise, he would have gone really insane.

When he was young, he was indifferently excluded by bystanders, and even killed and then treated quickly. No one has ever added a touch of warmth to his childhood memories, except for the man.

Because he never bleeds, the man taught him that "the feeling of bleeding is called pain." Because he never shed tears, the man told him to "weep when the heart is broken." Because his eyes were always open, the man "commanded" him to "sleep at night with his eyes closed." The man cooked delicious food for him, and the man taught him games that all children should be able to play.

That man, in the end, died at his hands.

At that moment, he still did not bleed, but for the first time he felt the pain in his heart. Suddenly, he felt that pain was an asset to him. Otherwise, what else could fill his empty heart?

Luckily! Another cheerful living child with the same background as him rescued him.

It was a dark battle, it was a shocking decision, it was a tug-of-war that would make a difference if it didn't work. When the mask shattered, his eyes flashed with confusion that he had never felt before.

Yes, it's confusion. Only with confusion can we start over, and we can remedy it in time to live better.

Many years later, she proved that she was alive.

And living people will inevitably love and like, and the unforgettable love for a person is incomparable to any other feelings.

The crystal slipper left in the depths of memory is Cinderella's eternal pain. When the phrase "From then on, they lived happily ever after", the story did not end, but just began...... -

In the distance, Ann saw your long shadow under the light, attached to the brightness of the moon, bathed in the loneliness of the night, transformed into an invisible city wall, blocking the passage to love.

Turned. Review. The hesitant mind is like shaved ice floating in water, difficult to hold. In the dark night, there were melancholy eyes, and they were full of black. Black is sadness, and because I like black, I am sad. Ann didn't understand the preferences of her loved ones, but she burned her sadness deep into her heart. -

Ann was sad because her loved one was crying, like a long thought tugging at a fragile nerve. The rebellion in the blood ruthlessly threw off all the shackles, and the addiction brought by the poppy surged secretly. The feelings that have been freed from the shackles are like wild horses that have escaped from their shackles, moving forward frantically, breathing. The shock of stepping on a ride!

Hyacinths in the wind, flowers on the other side. Ann sinks into capturing the joys and sorrows of her loved ones. Breathe hard, just because the air of his presence is mixed with a pleasing breath for the eye. Ann drew her gaze closer with flying thoughts, and from then on, her eyes were full of hearts, flowers bloomed, and autumn went to autumn. -

"I hid in the small corner at the door of the classroom, secretly looking at your lovely smile, you are like a cloud in the sky, I really want to become a rainbow ......"

The instability that was withdrawn from her soul gave Ann courage, but the far-fetched in the man's smile and the crampedness in the man's movements pressed on Ann's heart like a boulder, and it was difficult to lift up. -

The gentle moonlight spread quietly at An's feet. Ann is content to enjoy the baptism of warmth, and can completely ignore the gradually dimming pupils around her. In An's world, there can be roses that are broken to pieces, there can be Manju Sahua-style regret, there can be anxiety and anxiety while waiting, but there will be no tenderness left in the hearts of those around you! -

Shattered dreams in neon! Who is weaving you and crushing you cruelly? Walking in the vanishing, Ann can't see the crystal of tears. Gently picked up the tears and held them in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't feel the temperature when he came into this world. Is reality too deserted, or is the space of reverie too far away from reality? -

My dear, Ann understood a lot of things, she said, that's not love.

Ann tightly tugged on the red thread called fate, afraid that if she was distracted, fate would slip from her fingertips and become an eternal pain.

That's not love, my dear. Even though the vicissitudes of life are immersed in the cycle of the rising sun and the lack of the moon, An's heart is still contented with happiness and sorrow. I would rather use constant change to cater to the movement of the heart, and I would like to be sad and happy. -

That's not love, my dear. An was satisfied with the envious gaze of others when she was surrounded by flowers, but she didn't care about the deep meaning hidden in the flowers. Ann laughs when she is happy, cries when she is sad, and never understands the meaning of "each other". -

My dear, Ann will still stand for her loved ones, but the lights are so dim that they lengthen Ann's loneliness, but they can't pull back the figure of her loved ones who are far away. -

My dear, Ann will still worry about her loved ones, but the night is so dark, and Ann's green window and red tears are exchanged for sleepless nights.

When the wind floats, bringing an ambiguous breath, Yun knows that people who are in love may not necessarily come together. The demand for love is a jar of strong wine, mixed with the desire to be drunk and dreaming of death, and it is drunk and drunk, and the two are speechless.

The tender wind bones, such as Yi's fingers, crossed the cheeks, and the fingertips splashed, astringent, and heart-wrenching.

The fantastic Ferris wheel rotates slowly, but the small space is no longer filled with happiness. The air was filled with the smell of damp and moldy night, like a spell in Pandora's box, flowing around, triggering a period of mournful love!

The willow is like silk, like a girl's hair, caressing the water surface like a mirror, outlining the scars of memory. Tracing along the trajectory of memory, the charming eyes and the cheeks of the sick Xizi are presented one by one, and the youth that has nowhere to be placed has also been brilliant and colorful. The alliance is now, but it is pale and terrible.

"Your appearance is my calamity, I have a heart but no intention to solve it." The gears of fate ruthlessly abandoned ambiguous declarations. How long can the mirage that stands in a dream be insured? The green onion jade fingers picked up the elegant goblet, the cup was full of red wine, and the blood was like a desire to survive. However, the goblet was so fragile that it was heart-wrenching, and it couldn't give even the slightest comfort.

Men and women who are immersed in the whirlpool of love and can't extricate themselves are like the other side in full bloom in a dream, gorgeous and illusory, and at the same time terrible to sink into. Flowers and flowers fly, red sales and incense are broken... There is no difference between the heart-wrenching heartache of love and the heart-rending of hate, so there is a stage of hatred because of love.

Love you. Hate you. In a flash!

Once loved him. The glow of the moon, the beauty of the flowers, the chirping of the birds, and the joy of the fish can all be ignored, just for the love code that was missed in the wind. Stepping on the vicissitudes of his memory and the vicissitudes of my memory, I will divide them into zero and return to the original point. Only to find that all promises were pale and powerless, and all the blooming hyacinths, and the lavender fields that met Proswan, had all vanished.

Once loved her. The days are long and the days are endless, and there is no end to this love. At that time, the laughter was really simple, and the simplicity made me extremely ashamed now. However, looking back, it was already a sparse shadow, and a lump of loneliness rose in my heart.

The initial expectation is like a sunset that disappears into the horizon, knowing that there is no possibility of recurrence, but you can still see the dawn of hope. Then there is waiting, the process of listening to the voice of your own heartbreak, the torment of forcing yourself to admit that love is gone, that love is broken. It turns out that the rock of love is not indestructible!

Listen, the wind is blowing. stirred the nerves that were still slightly implicated in each other. One by one, it tells the present and the past in the passing years.

Ann wrote these words with a pen, trying to keep what she was thinking, but she didn't know that these pasts that could be described in words were not as unforgettable as she imagined.

Days go by, after today, there will be tomorrow, after this year, and next year, as long as you don't leave this world, you can't do without the time that goes on and on.

Ann knows this very well, but she understands that if she puts it on her body, everything will change its taste, and it will no longer be the same as it was at the beginning.

For example, the love that Ann once paid for, such as the happiness that Ann once wanted to grasp, such as Ann's smiles and tears, such as all the experiences that made An An's anxiety or satisfaction, did not stay for too long, and had disappeared in the sunrise and moon without a trace.