It's so fast, late autumn has passed, and the cold winter is approaching, and I didn't realize that a year was empty. Looking back on this year, not to mention the ups and downs, at least the comedy and tragedy have passed.

The comedy is that I am still so willful, and I like to make excuses, and I use face or other messy reasons to explain myself at every turn, what if I am right or wrong, what about concessions, why bother to explain to others, and why bother to cut it in two?

However, perhaps it is precisely because of being in regret and regret that you can do better when you encounter the same or similar things, but it is not perfect, life, to be precise, is destined to be involuntarily.

Let's talk about tragedy, the tragedy is that I have grown up, understood the hidden truth behind many things, and experienced some wanderings and wanderings that I said, and met so many passers-by, all in all, I have grown a lot, which is something to be happy about, but why the farther I go, the longer I leave, the more I miss some memories - what is gone, but there will always be memories in my heart.

We are all busy, busy with this, busy with that, but if we really want to say what we are busy with, we don't know what we are busy with, but we are busy.

However, in the end, I didn't make much money, I lost too many beautiful things, but I didn't know it, and when I found out, I regretted it too late.

Happiness is like a fish drinking water, and it knows its own warmth and coldness. If our purpose is to make money, why are we so unhappy?

In fact, many times there are many people who are waiting for a text message or even a word from others, and there are also many people who want to contact others all the time.

It's just that one can't pull it down, one is afraid of disturbing other people's work, one is waiting, and the other is thinking, so he drags and drags, and drags it into a hurried passerby who no one knows.

It's all said that it's not caused by people themselves, it's all people's own reasons. Human tragicomedy.

How to talk about joy, how to be sad, tragedy and comedy, in fact, are all the same, but some people just watch it, to be precise, it is helpless, people live, from the naked person to this world, from the beginning is destined to have a good ending, go alone, get off at the station alone, and then meet a person who accompanies you at a certain station, waiting for the car, the car stops and goes, you get down and up, but the car always has an end, and you are reluctant to these people who have accompanied you.

Maybe in the blink of an eye, a year has passed, two years have passed, many years have passed, and these things may have been forgotten for a long time, but one day these people say hello: "All these years, how are you doing?", will the corners of your mouth rise to remember the past, or can't help but sigh that life is too short and burst into tears?

Do these matter? Isn't it important? As long as you see them happy and happy, can you echo: "Over the years, I have been living well." "Does it matter?

Isn't it important? Who knows? Find out for yourself! It's like drinking water, knowing whether it's warm or cold. I regret it too, but it's just thinking about it, I won't love, I won't love deeply, I will only miss, miss.

What is love, and who really knows and understands it—love is not an emotion, it is a responsibility. Will you love?

If there really is something outside of science, such as a space-time tunnel, and you are lucky enough to come back to the moment you regret the most, can you rewrite it?

Cherish the present!!