Get up, wash, commuter car, ten hours of study, office or factory work, eat, commuter car, and a few hours to study and work, eat, wash, sleep; Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, the same rhythm, follow this path. In this way, human beings are no different, and when the rich are at their richest, they are also the most stingy in life. Nitpickers can find faults even in heaven. People who are at peace with their encounters can live a happy life anywhere, with uplifting and optimistic thoughts, as if they were living in a palace. It doesn't take a lot of hard work to find something new, whether it's clothes or friends. There is no difference between the old and the new, back to the crowd. Everything has not changed, people are changing. Maybe it hasn't changed, who knows? I don't care about God.

My name is King, one of the ants, everyone is called K, and the fast-food pace of life makes people's names start to be short. I don't care, the name is like a code name, but it only serves a distinguishing role, since everyone is busy, so busy that they are too busy to say a word. It seems that saying one more word will affect the frequency of its own rotation, so forget it, I'll call it K.

I sat on a stool and watched the people in front of me exchange pleasantries. It's a graduation ceremony, yes, I've already graduated, in a short and long college year. It's completely boring, almost studying, almost skipping classes, almost love, almost girlfriends, almost papers, almost graduation ceremonies. The only difference is between self and selflessness. Getting up, shaking hands, and smiling signaled that my studies were coming to an end, my diploma had already arrived, and my luggage had been moved out of the dormitory. By the end of today's ceremony, I have become one of the many names of this school, and I have a common name for all the graduates of this school. The most important thing in school is time, and that's how I graduated. ...................

Most people are already dead at the age of 25, but they are not buried until they are 75 years old! When a person begins to despise himself little by little, then he is also saying goodbye to himself step by step. Those aspiring young people, promising young people, young people who once said when they were young that they would not bend their waists for five buckets of rice, those words that have been used for the purpose of the past, will bow down under the pomegranate skirt of RMB and power!!

And I'm at the beginning of this process, and sometimes you can't tell if you lived for 365 days or 1 day, and you repeated it 365 times. ???

Rousseau once said, "Man is born free, but he is always in chains." People are always bumping into the regular web, trying to tear it apart, but they can't move for a moment. In the face of reality, everyone is a clumsy comedian, and there is no one in the audience. Yes, in the end, you have to travel far away, and in the end you have to say goodbye to your immature self. Walking on the road washed out of time, there are no turns, only intersections, you have to be 120,000 careful, careful is useless, you can't resist the sword, it just makes people walk more slowly. Slow to the point of stagnation, pacing in place, God is fair, and all you can do in a trip with the same end point is to decorate the meaning. Annotate the boring life.

Affirm yourself in self-hypnosis and deny yourself in reality. The cycle has no end, and it can make people cry that I am the king of the world, or it can make you dare to bark lowly. We must accept that this is a dual combination of body and will, and that there is only one additional reward for growth. It is to make people understand that they are not the protagonists of the world, but just one of them, an extremely ordinary member. Your shouts, your struggles, your frustrations, no one cares except the people around you, they will only cast pity on the weak, but never stop. Human suffering is not related, and it is not even worth making fun of people.

In the midst of cranky thoughts, the day was lost. An ordinary day for ordinary people

"Confusion" seems to be the basic symbol of our generation, and the future, life, career, and love seem to be unknown, and they move forward timidly in the fog and mystery. Maybe it's really just the beginning and the end. In the middle of summer, I feel cold, maybe it's the cold on the train, or maybe it's the fear in my heart. Moving forward in the trough, the double test of tempering and destroying, sometimes it is not even possible to distinguish the difference, and the difference may lie in the fate of people themselves. In the process, he tortured the edges and corners of his body and turned himself into a shape that could be integrated into the world. In order to survive, he tries his best to destroy his own humanity, and the consequence is only to cut off his original self. If you succeed afterwards, it becomes a tempering, a capital for you to brag about with others, and vice versa. Today, when success is the only answer, confusion has become confusion. There is no content to live before no one lives; Its value is precisely the kind of meaning you choose. What man needs is to find himself again, and to understand that nothing can make him break free. If that's the case, why give up the best version of yourself. Some questions will never be answered, or even pondered, because if you think about it, you will be swallowed up by a huge sense of powerlessness. Sink down. And time is the fairest judge, whether you spend every inch of your time polishing yourself, or use pompous performances to deceive yourself, the results will not lie. Flowers and applause will only wait at the finish line, and that is a unique reward for the winner. This is time, naked time, which slowly comes into existence, which makes you wait, but when it comes, you feel sick because you find that it is already here.