If I am unlucky, I can also talk about seniority, and my luck is definitely at the level of "connecting the three yuan".

The world is like chess, ups and downs, as contained in "Destiny Fu", "The difficulty of the Kunpeng shoal, the pain of the dragon's corners, the dragon has not met, and it is hidden among the fish and shrimp." The gentleman loses time and surrenders to the villain. ”

How can I say that I also have the blood of heroes in my body, what kind of tempering do I have to go through to break it off? Rain and dew are evenly wet, grace to the world? Still holding a short sword in his hand, with the word 'bandit' on his head, his mouth crooked and his eyes slanted, scolding and scolding the grass robbers who robbed their homes and houses, no, no, no, I can't fall into the reputation of my ancestors.

Everyone has a river and lake in their hearts, moving, treacherous, honey-bellied, soft and affectionate. And my rivers and lakes are that every day I squeeze my head and try to enter a circle that is much more bullish than myself. The fate of the three rushes, the disaster star possessed, all the way to the halberd sinking in the sand, and finally died on the night before, can you blame the bad luck?

I am convinced that sadness and sadness are just the embellishments of life, and it is nothing to get through it. May the warmth of the book dispel the cold of today. It sounds like my life is complicated, but I really don't have the slightest bit of vanity.

For me, tears are a long-planned catharsis, sometimes I feel very cruel, people who don't understand your tears feel that it doesn't matter, how can you be willing to let her cry with you!

Many times, I am like a pimpy dog in the eyes of others, not so much a leprosy dog as a completely shameless pug, wagging his tail and begging for mercy, waiting for a meek and merciful slut to be kept without a bottom line. Fearful all day, the thin body carried the precocious soul and shivered in the hostile cold wind. The wind is not so cold, but it is biting.

"The time you don't care about is the most beautiful past." It's been a long time since I've been in the mood for dumping garbage. You can see how prominent your humility and poverty are.

I know that behind my words live a very good group of my friends, even though we have never met. The most feared thing is that you have shown up and left. Leaving me without a sense of responsibility, letting the wind and moon shoot my skinless body into a thousand holes, letting the cold clouds leave me in this lonely kingdom of joy day and day to suffer, and stiffly boil me into a piledriver that is tireless even when I go to bed.

I am an indefatigable traveler in writing; How did you become a tireless piledriver in bed? The sin in the fitting room is the kingdom that countless people yearn for; The hardships of life will eventually become a joke for others.

When I think about it, I would always stand in front of that little window, and when I stretched out my finger to change the shadows in the light, there was no emotion in my voice, but there was sadness. I always wanted to see what the wandering planet was like at that time, when the light rushed into the room, there would be different winds blowing hysterically, and there was a faint trace of mourning in the purple clouds reflecting the moon. Standing on the endless rooftop, looking up at the same sky, looking for the direction where the lights and stars go out.

I live in a small city and I hope to be the person I want to be for the rest of my life.

Tracing back to its origins, the Fintech City has been a place where human beings have thrived as early as 5,000 years ago. During the Western Han Dynasty, it was called Jincheng by taking the meaning of "Jincheng soup pool". It has a long history, and I guess that's what it says. , the implication is that we will stop there.

I have mentioned it many times in the article, and it can be seen that it occupies a very important place in my heart.

It's a bit of a fake world, but I'm somehow in love with it. Although everything is fake, then tell yourself that everything is good.

Is selling a house an ideal? Yes. I often tell myself this.

From my performance, I can analyze my attitude towards the world, hiding in my own sunny and snowy world, and frantically chasing the meaning of my existence. If the leader saw me like this, would he roll his eyes? The answer is a definite one. And my annoying co-workers, who often make fun of me. Not only does it not shine, but it blows out my withered lamp.

The rivers and lakes of the honey-bellied sword can't break the grievances and grievances, some people really hate it, and sometimes you can't resist the slander and dark arrows behind you no matter how you guard against it. It is often the inability to speak that destroys you, but the harm to you is that you don't understand the world. You can emit your light or not, but please don't blow out someone else's light.

I am honored to join a circle that is much better than my own, to be a member of the real estate channel business, and I don't feel that my work is not decent enough, but I have a trace of pride.

In addition to questions and sighs, the only thing that makes me feel gratified is the company's tolerance and support for me. I didn't even want my beloved and favorite MONEY, and I insisted on going my own way and choosing the literary circle without a sense of responsibility. Even in the real estate industry, I can still choose to have a literary and artistic occasion.

It is said that real estate is simple and crude, but I don't know that it also has a gentle literary side. In order to cater to the balance of the market economy, the real estate channel salesman spared no effort to come forward to talk or chatter in the cold wind, and the so-called confused promoter in the eyes of others. It's not that their souls don't have a place to rest. It's that they want to express some emotion.

No one will be afraid of heaven and earth, they are afraid that they will blindly vent their own sorrow in the river of sadness, afraid that their attitude is not sincere enough, not enthusiastic enough, afraid that the voice that has no magnetism will suddenly have no attraction, and they are afraid that it will backfire, but let each other be snubbed, and in the end there are only a few cold responses left.

I know that there is a firewall in everyone's heart, especially when we have an initial communication.

Is selling a house an ideal? Yes. Although it is said that the meat sandwich bun is the guarantee of life. I felt humbled more than once, but I knew that a humble man standing beneath the great firmament must hear a great roar. No matter what the circumstances are, I have to find a reason to live happily. I never wanted to be interested in anyone, so much so that now I tear my skin and want to know about desires that I never had before.

The night in Jincheng was lonely and depressing, and the cold wind blew through, and I also learned to endure the pain.

Some people say I'm pathetic, but I've found something that makes me cherish life more. I'm afraid that one day, a person with a dual personality, will become numb. In this lonely city where I am frightened and everyone is indifferent, I hope that someone can sneak into my heart and bring me unexpected gains and surprises, so that I must be grateful.

When I think of others questioning my humility, I feel like a cotton needle piercing deep into my capillaries, like a sting deep in my heart, until death comes, if liberation is the best destination, I am willing to hide in a cold coffin and die alone.

In fact, only the silent night makes me feel the meaning of existence. I don't know if such life skills will allow me to reopen my new way of life. So I just don't want to live, because all the endings are pre-arranged. There is also the frustration that you muster up the courage to speak your mind, only to be ridiculed by everyone. Take a road that is inaccessible, a road that only you believe in, and a road that only has a hurry. In any case, you have to do your best to wait for the people who used to laugh at you at the next intersection around the corner of the future.

"Working hard" has become my top priority right now. Money, money, money...... Do you know? The theme of our industry seems to be repeating the word "money" all the time.

True generosity for the future is to give everything to the present. Since you can't see the future clearly, you must grasp the present.

When I come back here again, the smiling faces that I love but never redeem are still in my mind. No one else will be in the early morning sun of the city to think that there is perseverance, self-discipline and loneliness hidden under your cold exterior.

I'm really a useless guy, walking through the four seasons with a blank face, watching the troubled times and flowers disappear in the cracks of time. The appearance is cold, giving people the illusion that it is an iceberg old demon and a mute mermaid, and it is obvious that all this is an illusion.

If you don't restrain your contradictions and sophistication, and you can't change it, you will eventually be affected by the "melancholy look" that will affect your life.

Although what I have written is of little value, I know that time is the best medicine to heal wounds, be yourself, and leave the rest to time, regardless of whether it will die or live forever in the future.

People who used to be able to even enter the body can't even enter the circle of friends now; It doesn't matter if the reality is dirty or dark. And don't talk about how to overturn this filthy darkness.

I want to be different, not to prove that I'm good, but to prove that I'm alive. Living in the perspective that everyone looks up to, low-key to the point of being close to the soil, it seems that life has played a big joke on me.

Someone asked me if the world was worth it. I don't know how to explain it: "Only those who have been in pain can understand, so I understand, so I cherish it." I was with a lot of happy people, and I told myself that I was happy, and others thought I was happy, because my face was gloomy and sad, but I was still smiling happily. ”

The precipitation of time is originally a regret, a shadow. There is no need to complain about this world, you must not overturn the cruelty and sadness in this flashy world, and you must not tear up this disgusting world.

Know that everything you have been through is nothing but an embellishment in your life. But who can understand how broken my heart is? May the loneliness after the collapse pierce through the worrying emotional intelligence level.

The sunlight gathers into energy, and the dark night in the heart is pierced into a Beidou that discerns the direction! At a certain stage, there is a heart-pounding motive, and the charm of humorous language cells can at least gain some favor in the vague mind.

The feeling of "king in the world and looking at the common people" will be put aside for the time being. The only thing on the lips now is to make money and marry a daughter-in-law.

The current situation: poor, single, basically lose confidence in pseudo-beautiful girls, like to fantasize about being with girls who are fat and beautiful, but there will always be a beast's intuition that wakes me up in an instant, and inadvertently becomes a creepy literati, all day long in the mouth of the mouth never forget literature, others dare not approach from beginning to end, as soon as they get close, there is a strong sour smell that makes others shake violently.

According to other people's eyes, I don't wash my hair for a week, wear greasy clothes, wear a pair of black glasses, and open a pair of obscene eyes. Heaven and earth conscience, this is an absolute nightmare.

After many years, if I see you, how can I congratulate you, looking nervous, smiling and charming, or with tears, with silence, with confide. The only consolation is that I have found something that makes me cherish my life more, and I can forget my previous pain by writing. Before I chose to come here, I imagined many scenes, in a strange city, an unfamiliar airport, in a road abandoned by the gloomy twilight.

I wanted to cross the hills, but no one waited. Even though I believe in sincerity, the gold and stone are open. I believe that one day you will stand in the light and accept my wishful thinking for love, waiting blindly and resolutely, and accept my back disappearing in the cruel loneliness and desolation. There are some things we can't do about it, no one is right or wrong in our relationship, and some untimely love will sink to the bottom of the sea, even if the heart has been broken to ashes.

So far, I haven't found a satisfactory job, not because people dislike me for having low education and insufficient qualifications. It's just that I don't want to change my current situation. It turned out that it was really either a low monthly salary, or I couldn't reach my ideal monthly salary of 5,000 at all.

In the days that followed, I was constantly distraught by this incident, and I could only silently muttered in my heart that it was so difficult and so difficult to find a decent job. Why is it that everyone else is flattered, but I am crying bitterly and my heart is so sad that I can't extricate myself. I silently shared my sadness with my friends in the circle of friends, and some people thought I was too hypocritical. Others felt that I should go through some of the hardships of "how can I get the fragrance of plum blossoms without a cold bone".

So I went to the previous company for an interview, and the interviewer looked at me and it was different from what she expected, I couldn't meet their recruitment requirements, and she chose to refuse. I begged her, but she wouldn't answer, so I followed her ass and continued to beg.

She couldn't save face and didn't want to disappoint me, so she reluctantly agreed to hire me temporarily.

Entering the real estate company, during the assessment period, some people were full of sympathy for me, my new colleague Wang Chenggong and I stood on the road all day to distribute leaflets, in order to avoid the deliberate difficulties of acquaintances, I squatted on the side of the road from time to time and waited for them to disperse, if they knew that the good boy who was once very conceited and very tall handed out leaflets on the side of the road, my mother's face could not be hung up.

My parents always hoped that I could get into a good university, get a good major, find a good job, marry a down-to-earth person, and then live a life in one place with a stable income. So far, I, a monster who doesn't grow up, is actually fighting for the trapped beasts of tomorrow's yellow flower.

When it comes to getting married, it's not easy, the bride price in rural areas is outrageously high, and it costs two or three hundred thousand yuan at every turn, and the parents have no savings, and relatives and friends can't help. So I started to work hard, I was sick and no one took care of me, I was sad, I was sick, I hated myself for not honoring my ancestors.

Later, my heart, which I was often tormented by this incident, suddenly turned up in the dead of night, and sat on the sofa in a gloomy mood, smoking and drinking. I don't want people to see me hiding in a corner and crying. Not everyone has the courage to accept failure, and I think I really don't have the courage to accept failure.

The root cause of people's fear of facing reality is that they do not meet certain defined standards and become a certain kind of person who is accepted. Change will make the future full of many possibilities, but I am always inexplicably afraid of that change.

When will we be able to live a better life for ourselves? No longer burdened by these bonds, no longer live for the vanity of life. I've long since forgotten how to cry, or when to cry.

Sometimes pretending to be calm is not because he is really strong enough to cry in front of others. I don't think tears bring bad luck, I just look forward to an unprecedented catharsis.

Late at night, I got up and used alcohol to numb myself. Then I wanted to squat at the door of the toilet and cry for a while, but Hillman quietly came over to comfort me when he heard the news: "The world is like chess, changeable, don't bury yourself in the smoke and dust of time, and don't put too much pressure on yourself." ”

I ignored him, I wanted to continue crying, and then he handed me a bank card, comforted me and said, "Here, you can use it." ”

Later, my standard of living gradually returned to the right track, and I became good buddies with him, and I looked forward to my life changing from now on, and I hoped that God would take pity on me for more than 20 years.

Everyone who writes has a lonely, depressing time, sometimes writing late into the night, and their eyes are sore and uncomfortable. From the moment I started thinking about it to the time I started writing, my life was in shambles. I have been groping for how to create, but I have never found the right direction, and then I was inspired by a sentence, and I suddenly realized. "Love can't solve food and clothing, meat and buns are the guarantee of life. Writing is not for fame and fortune, but only for the needs of the heart. ”

As soon as I got off the train, I made a vow not to surf the Internet or read the stories I wrote, trying to forget that I was once a hot-blooded and lonely teenager. It's just that when I occasionally look at myself in front of the mirror, I will be inexplicably lost.

I'm in a state where I don't want to do anything, I want to have everything, but the reality has given me the urge to quit my current job and run back to my hometown as a matter of course.

To tell the truth, I am actually a person in my life who is extremely unwilling to torture my brain, but so far, I have not gathered the courage to eat with my face, so I have to imprison myself on an isolated island with my head and temper the cheesy and literary style comfortably. When I really started thinking about it, all my anger came from wanting to take control of my life, and I was afraid that sooner or later one of my soul and body would cheat and I would become numb from then on.

The world is so big, you and I are so small. I'm not sure who else I'll meet in this life, but at least this book is honest and a record of my pain and sorrow. I think this should be my best connection with the world at the moment, a completely unnutritious life.

My mom called and asked if I had found a girlfriend, and I panicked, thinking it was a thunderbolt from afar, and it was flooding between you and me. This sudden way reminded me that my life is no longer mine.

The stubborn young uncle, who has always remained single, continues to talk about the guessed love, and fights unrelentingly in the sea of love. fell out of love and continued to be single. Then say something to comfort yourself. "Living alone" really makes me feel comfortable, I'm not sure if the person I love will love me in the same way, you are the one who hurts me the most, and you are the one who loves me the most, so the only thing I can do before I'm sure is to stay away and prove that I meet some kind of defined standard and become a certain kind of person who is accepted.

Faced with all the difficulties and the rest of my life after some reality gave me, I had to be as brazen as a mosquito, stupid and numb to maintain an ambiguous relationship with Kaneshiro, rubbing back and forth on her.

Although everything is fake, then tell yourself that everything is good.

Ethereal smoke, ethereal smoke. You can't control even the most basic life, and you still talk about so-called dreams. If you are so obsessed, the embarrassing status quo of life will eventually become an insurmountable gulf in your life. I can endure the cold nights and pain of loneliness, but I can't bear the difficulties of reality and the frustration of the rest of my life and the frustration of others watching me find my lost soul in that lonely kingdom of joy.

My parents called, and I was in a mess again. With the advice of my friends, I regained the courage to try to live. Either way, I had to find a way to try to live and bury all the grief and pain. Then, a person starts to face the next second of life again.

Some people don't know how to say it, some people don't know how to say it. Living in this lonely city full of black humor is self-deception. Although the ending may seem cruel to you, you also have to tell yourself that it will meet you again after a long absence.

Some people say that I am escaping from reality, I smile and don't speak, I am like a madman talking nonsense after drinking, I just hope that I can find a humorous and ideal way out of the current painful life.

I stopped believing in love a long time ago, not because I couldn't meet it, and it wasn't because of abusive love. It's that I'm used to seeing too many couples after Lao Yan's separation, from the gentle sweetness at the beginning to the non-hysterical compromise at the end. I believe that they were loving at the beginning, and it is likely that they will slowly be consumed in the difficulties of reality, and in the end only a few cold responses and endless boredom remain.

We are always looking for a balance between self-confidence and inferiority, and when everyone has stupid ×, we might as well admit those in order to move forward in a down-to-earth manner. Some promises are as light as a feather, weightless, but sharp enough to fit straight into your chest, and the wound is so small that it doesn't hurt anymore. After the passage of time and the poison of the environment, the scars and calluses are staggered and stitched, and we hold up our wine glasses, our faces flushed, and we keep saying that we hate the taste in our mouths, but we fall in love with the beauty of being slightly drunk.