The noisy streets, the tranquil river embankment, and the immersiveness are completely like two different lives. After walking the quiet embankment, and then to feel the noise of the street, it seems that the whole person can't stand it, I don't know why, I would rather feel the biting cold wind in winter, than to feel the noisy and noisy, today is L's birthday, and it happens to be Christmas, it was a coincidence, I played a day at my house, and also called one or two of her friends, my mother was also very happy to drink a few glasses of liquor, and saw a table of people happy, really happy, but behind this happiness is uneasiness, very strange, whenever in this happy scene, I am always afraid that the last thing will end without a problem.

Just like what she said last night after she was drunk, I didn't know how to answer, I only listened silently, whether it was drunk or the truth, I knew in my heart, although I was hurt, but it seemed to be used to it, it didn't matter, it was still that sentence, no matter what time it was, meet anyone, do what you should do, just have a clear conscience.

Maybe it's because I'm sometimes used to being alone, and I feel that nothing matters to me, but it's dispensable, so that I forget what I once pursued, and I don't even have an answer.

seems to have lost oneself, the most terrible thing is not that you are not self-motivated, but that you will always be broken and sympathize with yourself, not afraid that the world will be cruel to us, and what you are afraid of is your own indulgence.

The so-called threshold, the ability is enough is the door, the ability is not enough is the threshold, and the ditches and bumps in life are mostly caused by insufficient ability.

So find your own direction, regain yourself, run forward, and find your own world.

Life is just a dream, don't dream too deeply, after the glitz, eat a clear heart like autumn water, in the peace of the dust, in the memory that can be looked back at calmly, peace of mind is the home, looking up to happiness in the ordinary.

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