I don't know how many friends like to read what I write, there are decadence, confusion, hope, and happiness, thank you for collecting my works, thank you for your attention.

In the past two weeks, I don't know why, all kinds of states have been exhausted, and my body feels like I have lost all kinds of motivation, no matter what I do, I have no passion, no motivation to seek progress.

Even I don't know why, often let the children practice freely, I am in a daze, distracted, I don't even know what I'm thinking, a colleague called me, was ignored, shouted many times before I reacted, I feel that this state is very terrible, I don't know how long I want to last, at night to see a friend sister update mood, suddenly feel a lot more happy,

"Love what I love, be still what I seek, find what I seek" is so good! It is as if you have understood a little bit of life, love everything you love, calm everything you need to face quietly, and pursue everything you want to pursue, what an ideal life it is.

But I don't even know what I really want now, marriage? Undertaking? Money?

I don't know what I'm thinking, but I don't seem to be able to hold much in my mind, I feel tired and tired, I can't wait to stand on the top of the mountain and roar hoarsely, I can't wait to run down a road, I can't wait to find a clearing to drench in a downpour, I can't wait to ...... Life is a mystery, we never know what kind of situation will appear next, we only have to be an excellent actor, devote ourselves to it, laugh happily when we laugh, cry when we should cry, love vigorously when we should love, use all our time and energy, all sincerity and true feelings, all laughter and tears, to interpret this drama of life, cherish every day we have, think clearly what we should pursue, can make us truly happy, life is like a play, There are joys, angers, and sorrows.

You have to try to convince yourself, move yourself, conquer yourself, and easily and safely walk through the red dust of a lifetime in the wind, frost, snow and rain of the years, maybe this is the end of victory.

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