The last thing I got was that we were going to be shuffled and redivided into 10 different places, and the division was terrible, and I didn't even believe it, or rather, I was too desperate to accept it.

Memories drifted away.

That's what I thought in my heart.

In the days that followed, people kept saying goodbye to me, "Aren't we going to see you again?" It's like parting with life and death! "I know I had tears in my eyes as I laughed at you. All of this, I don't think there are words to describe the mood at this moment. I lamented with a sense of sorrow and indignation, but the answer was always a blank silence. I kept screaming, helplessly doing nothing like a puppet with a thread removed.

I still maintained an indifferent appearance and comforted them, "It's okay", and then my defense line was constantly overwhelmed by reluctance and reluctance.

We have to be happy, because I will be happy because of you, so karma has shaken my mind once. It's already late summer and early autumn, the humidity is still in the air and won't leave, I will let go of all my inspiration and devote myself to the so-called high school entrance examination.

The wind fills every afternoon, filling the whirlpool of memories, and the handwriting emits a fragrance that is not strong or light, perhaps only in this way can the residual wounds in the heart be healed.

As the night wore on, the restraints became looser, and I walked alone on the edge of the square, with my headphones tucked in, my eyes staring straight at the ground, changing my silence and turning my head to the dark side, because I didn't want to look up at a group of square dancing aunts hysterically twisting their bucket-like waists in front of me, and I felt the urge to vomit blood.

The dense bushes make people silent, and after the silence, the candle of inspiration is lit. When I am full of affection and weave stories with words, I don't know how you are doing.

Can't wait, the years are so long.

I can't imagine that the edge of silence is so sad.

The flowers bloom and fall a few times of sorrow, and the last tears flow into the river.

I think I'm a little more sensational.

Recently, many classmates have asked about the placement situation, and I have repeatedly said that "I haven't been to school in my hometown these days", and I blamed myself again and again for "why I don't even know about the placement places".

I don't think I'm a conscientious person, and the tasks assigned by the teacher are often counterproductive to me, and I am overwhelmed by the questions of my classmates, even compared to an ordinary child.

"If the sky falls, although I don't think there will be a few people to help me carry it, but the care for each other is enough to help me shelter from the wind and rain."

I can't always refuse their decisions, not just another manifestation of cowardice, just a respect, respect from the heart. I envy the ease between brothers, the sweetness between girlfriends, the care between siblings, and the trust between lovers, but I will always think of your brother robbing your lover, your lover's best friend fell in love with you, and your sibling fell in love with your lover's best friend, I still don't understand how to connect such a simple and clear thing with a blessing and finally become you break up with your lover and break off your brother to complete your siblings, and then then, you lose your lover, you lose your brother, even if you don't talk about losing, but also become a looming existence around you. When you are cut off from everything, you will hear a moment of loneliness, you will clearly hear the sound of breathing, the sound of your heartbeat, and then you will both speed up, become fierce and hyperactive, and become more and more arrogant to occupy your remaining skills, and your heartbeat and breathing will come to an end. I seem to be writing these words without a trace, but it seems like centuries of pain and helplessness.

I struggled to get up from the bottomless lake of forgetfulness, and I thought the analogy might not be the right one, but the truth was playing this joke on you.

The black hole is constantly rotating and devouring in the stars, and the silent loss will bring eternal silence, and the incoherent silence is like a dead leaf butterfly, drowning itself in the vast sea of people, or a pile of dead leaves on the ground.

This may be the autumn that I have in mind.

The end of summer is synonymous with you and I can't forget

The person who picks up memories at the beginning of autumn is how can you calm me down

It's you who makes me happy

You're the one that makes me so painful

Your existence is like the remnants of that maple leaf

Sometimes rejoicing

Sometimes lonely