I got up early in the morning and packed my luggage and embarked on the way home, and the autumn breeze outside the window seemed to blow into my heart through my body! There was no trace of joy in my heart, as if I was blown out by the autumn wind.

At night, sitting in front of the computer listening to sad music, staring at the bookcase in a daze, looking forward to getting out of this environment as soon as possible, pretending to be happy every day, but there are too many worries accumulated in my heart, ordinary is often the life I look forward to, but we have been doing what we have to do almost all our lives, not what we really want to do. But only what you desire to do in your heart is truly beneficial to the growth of your soul, and most of the things you have to do may only be useful to others, and in the end may not be useful to all people. Living well is compared by many people. I think a clear conscience is the right path. The truth is that there are many means of life, there is nothing to stand up to, and what is needed is unforgivable hypocrisy and calculation.

I once said to others, do not seek glory and wealth, but seek happiness and simplicity, and have a clear conscience. But life is hard, or maybe it's because there are too many considerations, people live for a lifetime, plants and trees for a while, what will be eternal? And what's worth it or not? However, what you need and what you think is, after all, in life, there are many, many things, and there are accessories that you can hardly predict.

For this job, do things in a proper manner, and be a separate person, thinking that there will always be a time to see the light of day. However, many times the helplessness of work is not for money, but for resentment. The people I identify are lifelong, the Tao is different, you can die without contacting, like-minded, do everything you can to be nice to you, time and contact are not the only unit of measurement.

Maybe I am young, maybe I don't know the height of the sky, but I only know that the youth I want now, and I can't recall my youth like a blank sheet of paper in a few years............

Live happily, like a flower that blooms naturally and falls naturally, is not sad.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, and the bears are elegant.

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