I would always get up from bed in the middle of the night and think about some inexplicable topics, and then inexplicably remember some past events, and then suddenly realize: I used to have it!

Xiao Yu said that my article is written a little out of coherence, it is really inappropriate to combine travel and heart, I just smiled slightly, this is just I regarded it as an ordinary diary, and did not write the same narrative as single-mindedness, nor did I write prose like the form of distraction, some are still that faint sadness, they said that writing travel is more pleasant, but I look for silence in the pleasure, maybe this is the only way to calm down my messy mind in a moment.

A week ago, the temperature difference between day and night, the aimless hysterical sunshine, I didn't feel that I was playing as vigorously as them, nor was it particularly smooth, and the little episode in the middle was gradually forgotten by me, I think I was an extremely inexperienced and mentally poor and insecure person, at least in terms of travel.

I stood for most of the time in the car, and it took more than six years to arrive at Jinshanling in the afternoon, and in order to protect from the sun, I bought sunglasses, and finally I didn't want sunscreen. The sun sank slightly, only to feel the surrounding constant cooling, to be honest, I don't want to stay in a crowded place, I'm afraid that I will get lost in the vast sea of people, the kind of loneliness can not be imagined, the hat turned back, the corners of the mouth raised, I act as a sunny child, the face blown by the wind is a little desolate, the grass and trees are thick, the branches and leaves grow, the pace moves lightly on the mountain path, Jinshanling is not as majestic as Badaling, it is a bit magnificent, this is my only evaluation. It's not very easy to crawl with holes, the fat man always refuses to show weakness and writhes around him, and I always tell him that one step can be exchanged for 0.2 seconds of life, and it is worth your desperate effort. Then, we walked through a castle tower. Each one would have several square holes, and it was said that in order to facilitate the release of dark arrows, I slowly squinted my eyes in the wind, and my cry was at the end of the endless clouds in the distant sky, beside the long city walls.

There are a lot of hills in the suburbs of Beijing, the ups and downs are gentle, the grass is next to the highway, we arrived in Hebei, the sun is more spicy due to the higher terrain, I have to hold an umbrella and stroll beside the smoke and rain building, the stone road intersects, the stone slab by the pond just allows tourists to take pictures and enjoy, walk by the water, because you can't stay, you can only wash your hands by a nearby spring, the tour guide introduced, wash your hands with the water of this lake, money and beauty don't have to worry, even if I know that it is just a legend, I still can't help but hunt for curiosity.

I think there is a great difference between day and night in the suburbs, especially in the grasslands, and my suspicion proved to be correct, the cold of the morning broke through the defense of the clothes and filled the whole body with that sense of loneliness, only to stagnate in the sunlight for a while, and then began to gradually attack in the afternoon, and I hated the thin clouds, because it could not block the bright light.

Mongolian entertainment is nothing more than riding horses, grass skiing, archery and all other expensive projects with ethnic customs, I found that I have a reason to do anything, the arrow shot crookedly can be said to have no eyes, grass skiing helplessly can be said to be in a bad state My mount is really not very powerful, they say that the horse gasps more than once, step by step, from time to time also raise the hind legs to a few minutes of ballet, and almost threw me down, although I only slightly saddle crooked, the price is also a lot, Dad said it is a donation. A small roast sheep can be divided equally by more than 50 people, even if some people don't eat it, they all feel a little less. I have to admit that the guesthouses here are a bit old, but the expensive ones are as expensive as gold, and what is even more chilling is that the sheets are never washed, but only let the microorganisms fade under the daytime sun.

"Fatty, I heard there's Obama here, and his brother, well, Oba cow, Oba sheep"

We slept late that night, my sister always had the right sunglasses in the nearby store, we ran all the side streets, and even found "Gao Laozhuang", and we were also blinded by the clerk, in a supermarket, they walked side by side, and the fat man and I talked about the specialties and clothes around us while walking, not also whistling at the beautiful women passing by, and before we knew it, we were like two ruffians, more like ruffians, although we knew that we were ridiculous. After running East Street and walking around West Lane, the four of them are together, like Tang monks and apprentices, and like four "sister flowers" in their childhood, even if two of them are men. After returning to the hotel, they were holding a bonfire, and I unconsciously followed Jing Yi, she was the only new friend I had met during the journey, and I seemed to have met when I accidentally passed by a kayak in the drifting river, I always like to make friends with girls who are warm and not tricky, although I don't know why.

I said that I was done looking at the stars, but the clouds suddenly blocked the sight that I should have, and I stood on the hills, looking at the few but closely connected urban and rural lights, and felt a little homesick.

Doing the jeep back to the hotel before leaving, the two sisters couldn't shake the feelings of being charged by wifi, in the face of the two mobile phone control that couldn't be moved, I was a little helpless, and finally dragged the table and pulled up the fat man to play cards in front of them "shouting". "Fight the landlord two missing one!" "The two royalists are missing three!" ”“

No matter how you look at it, it looks like it's underwhelmed.

I was pulled out early in the morning to watch the galloping of thousands of horses, and suddenly realized that this was the last day, and I used my camera and notes to take down the last bit of my mobile phone on the grassland, with the hesitation of archery, the embarrassment of horseback riding, the scream of grass skiing, the calm smile, and the cold gentleness. We laughed, tired, bitter, complained, praised, and I thought of many words that could describe this time, but I have almost forgotten them by now.

"With the flick of a finger, we're going to be separated, thank you for being with us all the way. @我最爱的你们"The fat man seems to write like this in the space.

I couldn't sleep all night writing this article, my thoughts went on and on, and I showed no signs of stopping, and after what you call "altitude sickness", I matured a lot.

I spent the whole night sorting out the melody of the fragments, and even muttered the words I had written.

It's over, will we see you again?

I wanted to ask, but I never said it.

The rain has been falling, the wind has been blowing, who cooks wine with me to talk about the world

Ten thousand arrows are fired together, murderous as hemp, who can bear me to settle down in troubled times

Sometimes I pull out old CDs and listen to songs I used to like.

I don't want to read some deep and lifeless articles, and I don't want to mention naïve words to the extreme, I like simple girls, but I don't like naïve girls, I'm afraid of getting old, I want to live in my youth forever.

Finally, I miss a lot and gradually hurt, and it becomes an alternative burden.

Everyone wants to be free in their hearts, and my father is ready to let me become a teacher in the future, but I directly refuse because I don't want to dominate the fate of others, and I am really tired.

My friendliness towards girls will always be understood as an unnecessary misunderstanding, and I will only smile silently and sigh that there is still no one who understands me, and there is no answer.

I like to write about my mood at the moment, I can also say that I am writing an ordinary diary, occasionally doing psychological counseling for myself, but most of the time I think about the past and the future.

In the past, I gave up as much as I could to keep it

Will I ever see her again?

At night, I can't help but recall the records of the day, and reflect on whether my words and deeds have gone too far.

I'm used to smiling at you, but I never thought I was happy, even sad and unimaginably sad, like you can never see my loneliest side.

Why is it not the most suitable to have true love, are we all blinded by traditional customs and ideas and immediate interests?

I was searching for the truth in my memories, buried in the dark night that no one knew.

The ruthlessness of the pupils has become a guillotine, shattering and annihilating the laughter that once existed, and constantly condemning myself in my heart to how to face your injuries, holding the phone and refusing to press the dial, maybe I am still a little afraid that picking up your voice will make me overwhelmed, I miss you, I really miss you, I find that I can't control my inner emotions.

I took the risk of moaning innocently to unload the words I wanted to express from my notes, and the moonlight grew colder, and I lost all the feelings that should have belonged to me.

I could hear you crying, the wind mixed with lost indifference, and the smoke-filled station wanted to relive your smile again, but it was all foaming and silent.

That night, you cried so badly, you thought you were right, and I didn't realize what I was wrong.

At the moment of tossing and turning, not leaving becomes separation.

A lot of people asked me what I was doing, and I said I was writing a song dedicated to time, and only now did I realize that I didn't understand anything.

They are a little biased against my thoughts, and always use sarcastic words to express how disgusted they are with my work, and I always smile helplessly, but in fact, I am crying, crying you will never understand.

The end of summer blows through a different landscape, and I will wait for someone who can't come back and can't wait for the autumn foliage season.

On the opposite side of the bookshelves, I rarely began to paint myself during the day.

It was still very hot, and the wind carried away a fallen leaf, which I picked up on the ground, thoughtfully.

Yesterday, due to the lack of exercise, my hands and feet were numb and I gave up halfway. "Ha, I'm climbing higher than you!" The companion suddenly ran and said. I thought about it a lot and reflected on it a lot.

In fact, I don't like competition, it's not so much that I don't like it as fear, I'm afraid of the frustration of losers, I'm afraid of losing face, I think I'm a person who pursues perfection, but I still stop at the threshold of sports. Parents will always compare their children with others, and often compare their own weaknesses with their strengths, which is undoubtedly unfair, and children who are obedient also inherit this quality, using their own strengths to laugh at the weaknesses of others, and the vicious cycle will continue to the offspring, and the offspring of the offspring. This phenomenon is still relatively common in China, a country with a large population.

Suddenly, I found that I had already lost my attention to the spatial dynamics, maybe I was too lazy, and the number of daily views gradually became single digits, or maybe it was when school was about to start, and everyone began to choose to ban the Internet in preparation for studying to do the hard work before the high school entrance examination.

I talked about competition, and it was really frustrating.

I hate to be a knowledgeable but useless nerd who soaks in the sea of questions all day long and wears glasses and looks like a wooden stunned person, I like to be free and loose, but unfortunately it is just a dream in my heart, and in the face of the cruel reality, I have no choice but to want to wait for the lamb to be slaughtered and sent by others.

Whenever the mind is messy, you may read a book, or you may chat with a girl, and you don't know what to say, you can only touch the scene, or chant a poem, or sing about wine, of course, with tea instead of wine, the ancients lived so leisurely and smoothly.

Heart-to-heart does not abandon, you say to me that there is no separation. Let me go back to the way I was again, and allow me to fantasize one last time. "I can't see the stars in the sky, they're obscured by clouds." Actually, I vaguely heard you talking that night. "It's okay, having you by my side is my greatest satisfaction."

Yes, you are the brightest one in my sky.