The snow stopped, and began to melt thinly, and when it came, it was white, and when it left, it was so mutilated, that the world was still its original color, unstained by snow or any other ingredient.

I shuttle alone between solitude, in the middle of nowhere, without the breath of joy, I have nowhere to look, nowhere to hide.

I held on to the railing, quietly thinking, quietly thinking.

So, I started scribbling again:

The sun sets, and the ink burns the dust. The lonely shadow goes upstairs, the years fly by, it is difficult to dream, and the tears are sad.

Lonely cup of tears, lovesick garden. Although thousands of miles of hearts are connected, thinking about emaciation, thinking about breaking the intestines, what can I do? How?

The shadow of thought enters the wall of the heart, closes the eyes, and opens the eyes. If lovesickness is bitter, why should people be lovesick?

I suddenly missed my friends, my family.

After finishing my thoughts, I was alone again in the bedroom, quiet with no sound, only a heartbeat.

Where do I go, and where do I go? Loneliness is hard to go, and life is helpless. The more I thought, the more I sank, and I began to be confused, so confused that I didn't know where I was. Where to go? Whether I am now on a path of no return, or maybe I can only do that, however, I began to doubt myself and doubt my future.

People often say: "When we are young, we are easy to be lonely, and when we are young, we are easy to be confused." "Maybe no one can escape these things that are necessary in life, but there is no announcement from the whole world.

I remember a teacher who gave me a sentence: "Who can decide if the road ahead is long?" Drive the Maxima and watch as you go. On that occasion, I wrote in my diary: "The road ahead is boundless, where is my heart? It's hard to find a career, where do I stop? "I have many teachers, and she is the only one who has commented in my diary, so that I can see that everyone's fate is unknown, but all we can do is turn ourselves into a maxima, and observe as we go.

After that, I thought a lot and understood a lot. Go well now, we can have the future, let the unknown continue to be unknown, let it come when it comes, we can be relieved and move forward boldly.

The start of school is coming as scheduled.

This is the second semester of high school, and many of us are no longer strangers, but my personality has changed because of it.

I think that I have always been an introverted child with low self-esteem, and my psychology is even a little twisted, and I don't want to be close to others, nor do I want others to be close to me. But I didn't expect that I would change myself because of Hua Nan.

I dared to run wild on the basketball court, play with my ugly posture and with a different mentality. I dare to run crazy on the ice rink, fall and get up again, sometimes I will hold this novel, sit in the school hallway and read it and get excited, these things, I never thought I would do before, like the clown who aspires to be a singer, maybe a lot of time thinking about how to play on my own stage, how to behave. And I have fantasized more than once about the feeling of chasing me with my friends on the playground, but more often than not, I have found a quiet corner and imagined quietly.

I was bold enough to change, even speaking boldly in front of girls, which was inevitably embarrassing, but I always believed that I would get used to change.

In my second year of high school, my teacher gave me a naughty comment, but I was even more surprised by this comment. Because I'm afraid that I'll become unrecognizable, and I'll lose my sense of proportion.

Not studying, I began to challenge skipping classes. I always find reasons for my depravity, and I can always make excuses for myself.

Hua Nan is also changing, I am also changing, and everyone is changing.

I remember one night, I was drinking. I couldn't go back to my dorm, I couldn't go anywhere, I was groggy, but the most shameful thing was that I was worried that I would die.

In the drowsiness, I saw the smile on my father's face, the gentle smile of my mother, dressed in gold and silver, riding in a million-dollar luxury car, and going home in a beautiful scenery.

A cold wind, I opened my eyes slightly, the sky was full of darkness, the cool breeze was blowing, and a group of drinking friends fell to the ground and fell asleep. I touched the wall, tried to lean my back against it, tears kept rolling in my eyes, where had I changed? I kept asking myself. That night was the first time I slept on the road, and so did Hua Nan.

Life began to degenerate, I followed the derailed future, I felt that my original self had gone away, I didn't know, how I should live.

When it's quiet, everyone emits different thoughts, and more of them do confess, and they feel the aftermath of what they have done, but we don't know how to live, how to exist.

Hua Nan told me that he didn't care what others thought of him, let alone how he survived, but when he thought of his parents who worked hard for him, he felt more guilty, introversion is a way of living, extroversion is also a way of living, and we often don't know how to choose, and even weave depravity into change.

After more experience, the attitude will naturally change, and the role of each life is also different, in fact, there is no good or bad world, just people's ideas. In bad habits, it will also contribute to your so-called opportunities, or abilities, in short, we can't generalize.

And I, following them, just want to change myself, I don't want to blush when I say a word, walk uncomfortably, have a narrow mind and no room for loading, and these may really need the bad life in people's mouths.

Maybe these, my life changed again.