It's casual and it's natural. Restarted the pen again, expressing his thoughts through the feeling of the starry night.

At about 6:50 a.m., I suddenly looked up, and the cascading clouds, the gloomy clouds, the rain-filled clouds, the looming clouds fluttering in the wind, were so familiar, as if I was no longer me, blending into one of the thousands of clouds; It's like being in my hometown - that familiar and warm place.

Tonight's clouds are slightly familiar, and they are the breath of home. I haven't savored the night view of Hefei for a long time, this foreign land 400 kilometers away from home, this night, this cloud, this star, this breath, full of familiarity, but also strange.

Tonight's sky is like a pool of water. It's not particularly clear, but mixed with dark and light colors, revealing the familiarity of home. I really look forward to my sudden divine power, my back wings, soaring for nine days, to touch this Qingming, fly in the direction of home, tell her, I miss her-mother.

I don't know how long I haven't been home. In fact, I know the specific date, 63 days. But the longing for home is like a thousand years. I miss home, and I want to teleport to home. But it's a sudden sensation. Perhaps it is when people go to a place of trouble, and home becomes a haven for the soul. In fact, I haven't forgotten it, but the outside world is more exciting, which makes people forget about it for a while.

The wind is blowing and the temperature is becoming more comfortable. Maybe it will rain tomorrow. This is a fantasy that I don't know how many times I have longed in my heart. Let's rain, in this season when the flowers are blooming; Let's rain, in this season of beautiful love; Let's rain, in this season of infinite vitality. Looking forward to the sound of rain and dew falling from the sky and falling on the leaves, looking forward to the rain and dew accumulating on the horizon, looking forward to lying in bed at night, and listening to the sound of rain at night. I also look forward to a good day tomorrow, blooming the warmth of the morning, leaving my back, and the blue sky of Nawa revealing a chic beauty. Whether the days to come are sunny or not, accept it and gladly.

Maybe she thinks she doesn't understand her, but in fact she pays more attention to her than anyone else. Actually, I know it all. It's just that I'm pretending to be stupid. But recently, in the face of her, I occasionally lost my temper. The words of a friend while eating with him made him think deeply: the longer you are in love, the more you understand each other. The shortcomings of the other party were undoubtedly exposed. At this time, the other party will involuntarily annoy the other party. If handled properly, it's a lifetime; If it is not handled properly, it will only end miserably. In fact, I have long understood these words. Maybe I and she have entered this stage. Behind this stage, there may be a contradictory true love.

I want to make her happy, even if she says she's the way she is. In fact, I don't have to let her meet her expectations, and reach the strong her too early. It doesn't have to be this way. I said I liked everything about her. Whether strong or vulnerable. Like, perhaps, equals habit. Love is tolerance.

When the pen reaches the most affectionate place, the writer has shed tears. May after stopping writing, infinite happiness, or oneself, or it.