I had a few days of leisure, I didn't have much busyness, I went to class, ate and slept as usual. It's just that I think about it occasionally, and it's still fresh in my memory.

In this autumn season, the thin soul can't say whether it is sad or happy. Continued to stagger, stumble, stumble, stop and go, and never foresee when or where they will be able to perch. For life, talk about it a lot, it's too deep, and you can see and cherish it if you have a heart or not. sat up and sighed: "If there is no one to replace the position in the heart, then let the soul be empty and lonely!" "Maybe it's the coldness in the eyes of others, or self-sufficiency, or even selfishness. If you want to talk about the fullness of the heart, it is a matter of opinion. I'm a little dazed! In fact, such a sentence is a pearl of words, I can't understand it, and it's even more unpredictable. If such words come out of the mouth of Master Yuan Zhe, it should be like this: "The passion and romance of the past have lost their edges and corners under the washing of the years." Childhood dreams eventually fade in the glitz of reality until they are tasteless. But this relationship has become clearer and clearer with the changes of the years, and it has stayed in my memory for so long and cannot be forgotten. "After all, I can't forget that he was still typing on the keyboard at half past two in the morning when he was confused, accompanied by the faint and free light, I think these two goods are having a lonely and deep conversation, about life, about ideals. Then when I walked out of the confusion, it was already 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and after washing up with lightning speed, there was a bowl of spicy hot water, and the combat effectiveness was already at its peak and saturated. For Yang Ke, it should be concise and to the point. "That's the best feeling in my heart! I thought maybe I'd treasure it for the rest of my life. "I think back then, that charming eyes, graceful posture, half-hidden and half-hidden lying horizontally (forgive me for being a shallow learner, the words are all here, this picture, any words seem weak and pale) The hand speed of the pair of piano hands still led his teammates to the annihilation of the group, and what is even more hateful may be that he sprayed the person who was going to smash the keyboard with his head to swipe the screen, and accidentally went away, and he was not in a beautiful mood, and then he could only silently light a cigarette, and fell into thought: I will also be confused?" The revolution is not yet complete, and comrades still have to work hard. Viagra said: "There is no confusion on the road of revolution, I, the War of Resistance has gone!" "The roommate of the year who practiced turning off the lights with great difficulty, viagra who is confined all the year round, rich and handsome, and the successor of the supermarket at home.

There are too many things that have gradually turned into a distant memory in the changes of the years, and many times all that can be done is just memories. Then look at it quietly, after all, it is less tacky than material constraints, and less of the impact of hustle and bustle. If you don't have a handsome appearance, a genius-like brain, and a plump wallet, just choose the direction against the wind, and they all say that it is more suitable for flying. At this time, isn't it time to sigh: a little confusion has become a sad autumn, whether there will be no sadness if you are not persistent? The contemplative depiction, after all, still did not draw a perfect outline, but has disappeared into the corridor of time. And I, on the other hand, can only cover the desolation with green words, and I will never forget it!

Everything that was previously thought of could only shake his head and sigh when the years were in a hurry. Time is the gentlest knife in the world, it will smooth out all the horns of the shuttle, and promise, like the petals of a flower that drifts like snow with the wind. Gradually silent in the sun, but never to go back to the past. All you can do is to stand under a pure blue sky, forget all the pain and expectations, and wait for the dust to settle. The backbone of the ideal plump reality will inevitably arouse some negative feelings, and I try hard to practice the curvature of the corners of my mouth, hoping to deceive others, hoping to deceive myself. Promises to oneself are sometimes like a liar to a fool, while he plays two roles at the same time. This kind of mood is a longing to be understood and afraid of being seen through. Some words are suitable for rotting in the heart, and some are painful, suitable for silent forgetting. When you have experienced it, you have grown, and it is good to know it yourself. A lot of changes don't need to be said by yourself, others will see it.

In this era, too many of us don't have the courage to be content with the ordinary, dare not admit that our lives are ordinary, we wear different clothes from others, read different books from others, like different things from others, go to places where others have not been, our efforts are just hoping that our lives can be different from others. In order to prove that I was young and ignorant, I had to pick up some books, and I had to use a phrase: "It seems to be a classic fashion for young people to have dreams, but forgetting dreams is very much like outdated fashion." "I don't think I was able to understand it, of course, not just in the literal sense, but in a certain process to understand it deeply. Because there is nothing you can do, so go with the flow. Because the heart has nothing to fear, it is at peace with the encounter. No matter how hard and tired you are, as long as you keep moving forward, the scenery that belongs to you will eventually appear. Growth takes away not only time, but also the courage that was not afraid of losing. There are many paths that can be taken in life, some of which we can choose for ourselves, and some of which we must accept.

Take one step, count one step, live one day, count one day, this is who I am now, not sad or happy. Knowing a lot of real and false things, there is not so much sourness. More and more silent, more and more unwilling to speak. The people or things we once cared about so much are now gone. The power of memory is too strong, and after automatic screening and filtering, I remember a lot of things that should have been forgotten, but I forgot the people I should have remembered.

I have to leave for Zhuzhou tomorrow, and my little nephew will be full moon in two days.

Good night.

—Diary, November 15, 2012