As a child I thought I was going to be a great man and a great writer. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is probably what we used to say about blushing for the bull I bragged about, and I drifted away from literature, and all the efforts I had worked for were in vain. I was busy earning money every day, and then I was urged by my family to get married and have children, so I pointed to an ordinary and happy person and said, look! You're just going to die like him, smoothly and smoothly.

If it had been before, I would have pushed my nose up. But now that I've learned to accept it, what's so bad? Over the years, I've also come to terms with the fact that I'm a mortal after all, so why struggle?

However, I could not always express my most sincere emotions with words, so it caused me to have a slight communication barrier with this matter. Or maybe it's because I resist this human society from the bottom of my heart, which makes me feel depressed and uncomfortable every day.

Life is not satisfactory nine times out of ten, I can talk to people about one out of ten, so I desperately want to change this depressed state, fortunately I still have online articles, and the dream I compiled, carrying my gratitude and anger to the world.

Therefore, although the daily code words are boring, they can let me vaguely see my former young self, and I am chasing the shadow of time, wanting to make myself the original self.

I don't want my hard work to become a joke.

I didn't break my promise with myself.

I dreamed that I could feed myself with my words, and that I could make all those damn connections, damn socials, and damn favors hell.

It's not me who wrote a young man, but a helpless person gossiping.

I hope to connect with each and every one of my readers with this article.

This story from the thirteenth century is a dream that you and I have compiled together.

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