I wanted to write something, but I didn't have a theme, so I had to name it

"Essay"! Sometimes I want to say something in the quiet of the night but I don't know what to say, like I want to do something now, but I don't know what to do, so I say I am

"Whatever you want

The first day has passed, and I feel like I haven't been tapping on the keyboard for a long time, and my thoughts are flying! Those scars of youth have long been wrong, and the years have been scattered, leaving a seat of melancholy in the heart. Alone, in his own warm cabin, doing his own thing, or lying in bed reading his favorite words, or listening to his favorite songs, or doing some simple fitness exercises, enjoying the comfort that he has never had. After a few drinks in the evening, I went out with my cousin for some supper, drank a few beers, and when I got home, in this quiet night, people like us who had nothing and fought alone, there were always some indescribable feelings in our hearts! In fact, everyone understands in their hearts, but we who are not good at words hide those old things in our hearts! Whether sad or happy, gathered or scattered, intertwined emotions, how many people cut and unsorted and messy. With the passing years, holding the pace, looking ahead, walking, some people are close, some people are far away! His dream seems to be within reach, but it is out of reach............ Time flies for decades, and in the blink of an eye, parents who face their own vicissitudes must know how to be grateful. All unknown things sometimes come so suddenly, I can't help but tremble when I think of the scene of life and death! I pray every day that God doesn't play such a joke on me! I hope that those parents who are still alive will be happy and healthy, and that it will be smooth sailing! As children, we must cherish this family affection and know how to be grateful! So a deep-rooted problem has always been in their minds, and of course, why not in my mind anymore! I don't know when I got used to being quiet, used to staying at home alone, and words in my free time, in the eyes of many outsiders, there are many incomprehensible things about this kind of life, but every time I write, I am always full of joy, perhaps this is also part of my life's stubborn pursuit. The people who have seen it, the scenery that passes by, are just a moment, when I think back to those past, it seems to touch the soft heartstrings, and the more I think about it, the more I feel the slightest sadness. Time is always in such a hurry, trying to keep it, but it still doesn't help, write, do and pity, and pity. Maybe in this silent night, I have been waiting in the red dust, some love, such as poppies, enchanting Gu for thousands of years; Some dreams, such as tattoos, can't be erased or erased. At this time, with the piety of palms together, the memorial love is deep and shallow. Time is gone, but nothing is brought, only layers of memories are left! Cherish the moment, thank you and me, and look for a beautiful woman!