"Youxi:

Recently, Ko'an!?

The first time I saw you write was "We're Still Together" on December 3, 2012. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

To be honest, your essay can't be called poetry and poetry, and I don't know how to define it.

I write things for hobbies and likes. I think the same is true for you.

You should be a woman who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, or a plain woman.

Because of your writing, I can still recite it.

Maybe you'll laugh.

Yes, you are not a great god, and I am also a mortal. However, the click-through rate and sales of things written by the great gods are astronomical for us. Perhaps, not many people understand their words.

They stand on a high place and look at the scene below, and rightfully so, because they are great gods, and we are mortals who accompany them.

No matter how prosperous the world is, when what you write will be understood by others, even in rainy weather, you will see the September sun.

You don't have to go through it to understand, that's a confidant.

Before leaving a message to you, I read "We Are Still Together" softly before I had the courage to write a message to you.

The only thing I memorized was this one, and I always remember it.

We're still in this together

Side by side with little feet

Stand in the wheat field

listen

The wind blows the clothes

Still singing

soar

Trance

It's like a dream

Wake up from a dream

Dream as ever

Simple words to write out your ideals.

However, I didn't have the courage to abandon the prosperity and stand in the wheat field and sing loudly.

I'm a cheesy person, like them.

You, you're a different person, at least not like me.

I hope that such a simple woman will appear in my life and cleanse my soul that is tainted by profit.

You are not a simple woman, at least, you will definitely experience more than others.

If you don't go through it, how can you understand?

I know it's because my filthy heart needs a clean place to store it.

I think I'm a man who hasn't been bad enough yet. In life, I am willful, silent, and noisy.

And I just want to be a simple man.

You'll get the idea! Because I understand you, because I understand you, I wrote an essay with similar emotions to you in "Heart", fortunately, Sister Qiqi does not dislike it, otherwise my hard work will be stored in an unknown garbage heap at this moment, and I will not have the opportunity to write a message to you.

Thank you for insisting on my article, in fact, if you don't insist, it doesn't matter if no one insists, because the truth is there, this world is originally sad to the extreme, why do we struggle hard?

There are not many people like you anymore, because you are lucky. Luckily, you chose to persevere, and luckily you met Sister Qiqi and Brother Enron.

Sister Qiqi only left me one sentence: The demon is the only sister I want to protect in my life.

Then, she left your contact information, and she left me another message before I left you a message, with only one sentence: I think you should become confidants, she is now trapped in love, and I hope you enlighten her.

You're really lucky to meet someone who can point the way when you're least directional.

When I was confused, I stayed up all night, thinking too much and crying.

Sleepless tears all night.

Men are not brave in tears, I am a cowardly man. I should have told her I liked her, even if she would reject me.

If he had confessed back then, he might be with her now, at least he wouldn't be entangled with the woman now.

Demons, they all think she's the most suitable person for me, and I know she loves me, very much. However, I did not love her, nor did I dare to tell her, nor did I dare to hurt her.

Such a man is very cowardly.

My current mood is probably your current mood!

Perhaps, that person doesn't love you, but you love him very much.

I don't know the story between you, but I guess that's how it should be.

This should be the sentence "The same is the end of the world, why should we have known each other." ”

We don't know each other, maybe you don't have the patience to read what I wrote, maybe you didn't read it at all.

You have a confidant in life, and you have no regrets in death!!

Don't you have gas yet?

One day, I will surpass you!!

Crush

gls”

I don't know what kind of mood I was in after reading it, sad or happy.

Phantom has left here for another place, and there is still no contact.

After thinking about it, he didn't know how to write another word about himself to his crush, so he leaned back in his chair and squinted.

Looking at the pictures on the computer childishly jumping around, I need a break so much.

Mind cultivation is required.

My mind has been offline.

In the past few days, I have been at home, not writing any words, just cleaning up this room that has not been cleaned up for a long time.

Listening to music, sweating, catching a cold, taking medicine, falling asleep......

Jacky's songs floated out of the stereo non-stop.

Sadness, tenderness, and murmuring left my heart with no direction.

I've loved Jacky's songs for years and my life has changed a lot, some people are leaving, some people are coming back.

Yes, I wrote into my notebook: All the stories are just some people leaving and some people coming back.

Then, pour water from one cup to another, and back again.

Infinite joy.

The water splashed on the ground, "crackling", and the sound was so small that I could hear it. The sound of water falling to the ground can be heard during the pause in Jacky's song, and the background music of the song is sung in the corner.

I am a person with a lot of personality.

Actually, I'm an extremely lazy person.

They say that my personality is just afraid that it will affect my relationship with me to a greater or lesser extent. Of course, most people who say that I am a personality also think that I am a very lazy person. Just because they didn't say it doesn't mean they don't want to say it, it's just that I have nothing to do with them, and even if I do, what's the point?

It's not going to be a good thing for them to say anything about me behind my back.

Of course, I know that.

So what does it matter? Whether it's diligence or laziness, I'm still me after all.

All I want to do is be a lazy woman with personality.

I don't like things that are too neat, I don't want to fold quilts, things are too regular and don't feel at home, which also makes me feel depressed.

How can others be qualified to comment on the good or bad of their own world?!

I don't fold the quilt like moldy dried tofu just because someone is coming, and I secretly laugh every time I see them or their surprised looks.

Everyone has a way to make others remember themselves, and I'm just in the simplest way.

"Crush:

We are all wanderers, unable to fit into other people's worlds and lives.

Climb the mountains and cross the ocean, just to realize the dream and let life give birth to a little more light.

Therefore, I am destined to be a wanderer, with no fixed place to live, or no one to rely on.

You're in a much better position than I am. In fact, I also couldn't sleep all night, playing Jacky's song all night, maybe listening to only one song a night, listening to it over and over again, and finally crying over and over again.

I came into contact with his songs in 2008 and since then, I have only loved his songs.

I think you should also go and listen, in the dead of night, alone, lonely, and, desperate.

I don't know why I mentioned him to you, you should be very similar to him, right?

The same tenderness, the same affection, the same desperation.

If you don't love her and don't tell her, that's heartless.

I felt that woman was sad, and I was sad.

Perhaps, I am not qualified to comment on your feelings.

What I want to say is, I'm sad, and at the same time, you're sad. We, and the world, are sad.

This is such a world that is sad to the extreme!!

My sorrow lies in the fact that I can only see in my words the simplicity of the purity that I hope for in this world will never be seen.

It is said that people who like words are lonely.

for none of them understand.

Because they can only find a little solace and a little hope in their words.

Words just express good wishes.

And I miss the day when I can describe the sadness of this world in my own way.

People are living in their own dreams, such beautiful dreams, self-deceptive dreams, and unwilling to wake up.

If you can't deceive others, you can only deceive yourself.

My thoughts are messy, and I don't know what kind of thoughts I want to express.

Whatever I thought, I wrote, and it has always been such a character.

Wherever you write, you rest.

It's rare to see someone like you who is willing to tell strangers what is in your heart.

Of course, thank you for understanding what I wrote.

What is worldly, is to see a lot of things you don't want to see but you have to see them, and many times you are not even qualified to have the right and courage to criticize.

Looking forward to it, your better text.

Rest assured, I'll make myself good and good.

There are some things that life can't bear, but we all have to take care of them.

Demon Demon"

"Sister Susu, if you don't come to help me, I'll beg along the street!"

Xing Mengmeng yelled at me on the phone, and my thoughts were yelled back to reality by her.

I am a person who likes to daydream very much, and I often can't tell whether what is happening is reality or my imagination, just now I was still dreaming, and I was poured cold water by Xing Mengmeng, "Sister Susu, you are still dreaming of your spring and autumn season!" Do you think he really likes you and loves you! Now you haven't even seen anyone else, you ......"

"I see." Annoyed, she blocked Xing Mengmeng's mouth again with a sentence, she didn't know that I had met Zheng Xiaoyang, I didn't tell her, I wanted to be quiet.

I just don't understand, she is a delicate appearance in front of others, and the little bird is a person, and in front of me, she is not afraid of the sky and the earth.

Actually, I know her vulnerability, and we know it.

Song Qiqi protects me like a sister, and I want to protect Mengmeng like a sister.

She is a woman who is sadder than me, how can I bear it.

"A wanderer is a wanderer, free and at ease." I laughed and continued, "Mengmeng, let's go wandering together, to the legendary ends of the earth together."

"Sister Susu, I can't even count the money I borrowed from her, I don't know what kind of situation she wants to put me in before I stop", Mengmeng was sad and continued: "Sister Susu, why do you say I live like this?"

I was speechless, the one Mengmeng said was Mengmeng's biological mother, Xingqiaoqiao.

Xingqiaoqiao paid for Mengmeng to open a restaurant, saying that as long as Mengmeng earned her money back, half of the money she earned in the future would be given to Xingqiaoqiao, and the other half would be owned by Mengmeng.

Xingqiaoqiao ignored the hotel.

I don't know what kind of mother this is, I haven't seen Xing Qiaoqiao, in Xing Mengmeng's words, seeing her mother makes her feel panicked, and she makes herself feel wrong if she is not wrong.

Such a mother, Mengmeng can only see three times a year.

For the first time, every year, Xingqiaoqiao and Mengmeng's dead biological father met for the first time.

The second time, every year on the day of Xing Mengmeng's birthday.

The third time, the day Xing Mengmeng's biological father left every year.

Xing Qiaoqiao never told Mengmeng about her biological father, in fact, Mengmeng didn't even know the name of her biological father, let alone what that father looked like.

It's a strange family.

It's just that Mengmeng said that every time her mother came to visit her, she would buy a lot of things. Her mother is very direct, and every time she comes to see Mengmeng, there is a convertible behind her, and the back is full of things bought for Mengmeng.

Three cars a year, scared poor people like us to death.

People who write for a living are very, very, very poor, and spiritual food is very important. There are few rich people who write essays, this is the law of this industry, I am not a god, I am a mortal.

When I heard Mengmeng say this, my eyes were full of stars, and the thought of the colorful things that could fill the room made my mouth water.

Mengmeng came over and patted me on the head and said, "You didn't see her usual appearance, it looks like a bitter hatred, and it gives people goosebumps when you look at it."

I just thought, it's good to have something to eat, let Mengmeng carry the other "sufferings", no matter how Mengmeng is her own after all, it won't be what Mengmeng will do.

So every year, since Mengmeng and I were like a person, as soon as her mother left, she called me, "Sister Susu, I know you're not free, I sent you something, save some food, there will be a long time next time." ”

"Uh-huh."

Sometimes Mengmeng would tell me that she really wanted to wander, and her mother didn't care about her anyway. Her mother will call her during the New Year's holidays, and she won't talk for more than a minute, as long as Mengmeng calls her mother, her mother hangs up the phone before the voice falls.

"I think my mom called to make sure I wasn't dead." When I heard this, I cried, but I didn't dare to cry out loud, I told Mengmeng, "Your mother is very busy, call to show that she still has you in her heart."

I don't know why I'm sad and crying.

"Sister Susu, when you see her, you will feel the same way as me. To be honest, she was beautiful, charming, and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, but with her I felt depressed and wanted to run. Usually I miss her coming, but when she comes, I want to chase her away. ”

Xingqiaoqiao never spent the night at Mengmeng's, he would leave on time at six o'clock in the evening, he didn't even say goodbye, and he never hugged Mengmeng.

So I said to Mengmeng, "Mengmeng, I'll come over."

"When?" The breathing on the other side of the phone was very light.

"Soon, Mengmeng, I'll clean up this place and come over, Mengmeng, I'm tired of here, really."

In fact, I was afraid to see Zheng Xiaoyang again, and I was afraid to see the incredibly beautiful woman beside Zheng Xiaoyang.

How to face it?

I really haven't figured it out yet.

"Sister Susu, what's the matter, you don't write anymore?"

"I've changed careers, won't I? Mess with you. I laughed, of course Mengmeng couldn't see it, and I still had that cold and joking tone towards Mengmeng.

"That's the best, so that I don't have to worry about you falling into your daydreams and being sold and helping you count the money......" Mengmeng teased me again, and laughed again because of the sarcasm on me.

"You ......"

Before I could speak, Mengmeng hung up the phone quickly with two quick "hehe" sounds.

There was a "beep" sound on the phone, and I thought, I should go, say goodbye here, say goodbye to Zheng Xiaoyang.

Zheng Xiaoyang, we have never loved each other, we have already left!

In this life, I will never meet you again!

When I crouched, I found that I had no more tears to shed.

When I met Zheng Xiaoyang, I didn't even have the courage to cry.

I am destined to be a wandering woman with no place to live, a wanderer, wherever I go, I will only leave footprints there, and after the wind and rain, there will be no trace.

I have never lived in anyone's heart.

Isn't that right, Zheng Xiaoyang?!

Pushing the curtains and letting the sun pour through the glass into the messy room, I pressed my face against the cold glass and looked at the pedestrians outside.

The joys and sorrows outside, there will definitely be more people like me outside, what am I?

Is it? Zheng Xiaoyang.

But you......