Recently, I came up with the idea that "the older I get, the more I like pink", which was supposed to happen to girls, but in me, who can't be said to be big men, warm men who are more suitable for boys.

What the? Certainly not a human life coin! It's clothes, backgrounds, and some of the things used in life. My friend joked that it was the climax of spring, and it began to spring like an animal, and I shrugged my shoulders and replied to him, "As if you weren't an animal." "It's a tacit acquiescence, and I'm looking forward to meeting a girl who can flirt with me.

When the boss called me to write the plan, my attitude was reluctant, obviously during the vacation, what kind of work was done, after hanging up the phone, I still obediently opened the notebook and began the long and boring writing process. I just feel that I am reluctant to write something without sincerity, it should be quite rubbish. But I always have to complete the task as the leading way to perfunctory boss's routine, I don't know whether to say that I am used to it or he is used to it.

Recently, I came up with the idea that "the older I get, the more I like pink", which was supposed to happen to girls, but in me, who can't be said to be big men, warm men who are more suitable for boys.

What the? Certainly not a human life coin! It's clothes, backgrounds, and some of the things used in life. My friend joked that it was the climax of spring, and it began to spring like an animal, and I shrugged my shoulders and replied to him, "As if you weren't an animal." "It's a tacit acquiescence, and I'm looking forward to meeting a girl who can flirt with me.

When the boss called me to write the plan, my attitude was reluctant, obviously during the vacation, what kind of work was done, after hanging up the phone, I still obediently opened the notebook and began the long and boring writing process. I just feel that I am reluctant to write something without sincerity, it should be quite rubbish. But I always have to complete the task as the leading way to perfunctory boss's routine, I don't know whether to say that I am used to it or he is used to it.

Probably most people will have a sense of accomplishment in the work they have completed, but I am one of those people who never want to look through it a second time, and will feel that the more they look at it, the worse it gets, even if it is based on the fact that the leader likes it very much. Because I know that from the moment I drag the document to the leader, it is no longer my work, it is the leader to the top, and the top to the public.

It seems that since 14 years of falling out of love and writing his first novel, he has been destined to embark on a road of relying on words to eat in the future. At that time, the overall feeling of writing was quite relaxed and perfect, but after sending it to the novel website, it was faced with no one caring. I used the few living expenses at that time to buy the amount of reading on the Internet, and watched the reading of tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of people, so I had a sense of self-deception, but in the end I still couldn't stand the test of time, and when I wrote more than 40 chapters, I chose to compromise with reality.

The distinct characters created by me (in fact, the protagonist is guided by my own tragic experience) are all suffocated in the tragic fate of the Internet, when the content was sent to his ex-girlfriend, it can be seen from the speed of her reply to the number of words that she is angry, the overall meaning is probably that you mentioned the breakup, and now you are sick and run to the Internet to spread how pitiful you are, your ex-girlfriend is very sexual happiness now, yes, it is "sexual happiness", and the man on his back is lying on the bed, don't make nonsense, OK!

I still remember that I was in the mood to smash my mobile phone at that time, and after chatting, I began to fight each other, and finally directly pulled each other into the blacklist. Writing a novel is a promising and proud thing, but in the end it ends in anger and scribble.

I believe that for the vast majority of people, they will feel that creation is a kind of torment. And then use all the grief and indignation to exchange the reader's approval, I don't know whether to say it is an ability or something. It's just that if I could really exchange the story for wine, then I should be able to get drunk and dream of death every night.

People say that standing on tiptoe can smell a little fresher air, this is the case in the square, and it is still like this on the roof, so they start to wonder if they are too frustrated to look too frustrated, so many times they just pass by the lives of important people. I admire those men who sacrifice themselves to cry so much that their noses go straight to their mouths and say that they are wearing broken shoes, that their women are cheating and that they are pressed to the bed by other men, and that you are also in line with the breakup with the attitude of fulfilling people's grievances, this is not the nobility seen in the movie, nor the joys and sorrows mentioned in the novel, but you are too nesty.

Life is not just an illusion that one plus one equals two, there are many kinds of specific algorithms behind the right, and science can't deny that those are wrong, so I have always believed that many things are solved in an abnormal way, and the result may be more perfect. Detached from conventional thinking is the deadliest thing on the battlefield.

Just as I always feel that the leaves are the most real and beautiful when they are withered to yellow and still have so much moisture, when I first saw this mirror, I thought that the leaf had long since dried up, and pinched it with my hand, and when I touched its leaves with my palm, it felt still tender, even more energetic than those green ones.

When I hid in a place where many people couldn't reach and wrote my life for them, I never thought about their situation at this moment, whether it was good or bad, or whatever, had escaped from the ending of the book. You say, I say, she says. The combination of the three is somewhat unknown, only we know in the past, after all, the ending can be faked, and all truth is based on untruth.

The most practical way I can think of to relive it is to drive the car around the area over and over again at the fastest speed in the middle of the night, until my mind is completely wet with sleepiness, until I feel so numb that I don't want to drive anymore, then I stop the car, my head flutters, and the images I want to recall naturally emerge like a performance, and the tears of joy flow so real that it seems to be addictive.

And this was a few months ago, but I still remember it so clearly, like a striking tattoo carved on the skin, there is still pain when touched with a fingertip, and this pain is so enjoyable, it hurts to make people laugh, laugh like crazy, who can understand.

Life is bound by three impermanences, either the waves are so bad that they can't distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, or they can slap themselves hard after a year, or they are helpless enough to be bedridden. I desperately longed for the first either, but I kept wandering in the second or third either, and I never saw the first either. Life has been forcibly set for us from the first day we came to this world, and we have made a good choice, and only a few people can be changed, so sad.

Actually, I can't drink so much, and even after three days of drinking, my stomach will be better and uncomfortable. It's the same with breakups, it's really scary to want to use an attitude of not caring to let yourself look down on those and feel surrounded by loneliness every time you break up. Every little thing in life proves that I am extraordinarily free and capricious, so it's not good, in fact, I know it, but I don't know when the worldview took shape tells me that if you want to live well, it's nothing more than hurting others before they hurt you.

My mom asked me a question, if you quit the company now, would you find a better job again? I first said yes, then I said no. I said yes because I knew that leaving this company and going to another company would definitely grow by leaps and bounds, and I said I couldn't because I was lazy, and it was so easy to go to work every day now, so easy that I sure I wouldn't encounter it again in the future. I have always been adventurous, and at this time, I was timid and lost my autonomy.

When I left the house, I didn't have a mother who said you should dress thicker, don't just care about vanity on the surface, and ended up getting sick at night and rolling in bed until the wee hours of the morning. I don't seem to have ever reflected on a question, that is, why did you fight so hard for so many years, but in the end you only ended up with bruises, what about you? Is it the same as me? Or laugh at what happened to me like a pitiful worm, in fact, it's all good, who doesn't have much trouble in this world, and can read the sorrow of one in countless personalities, it's not bad.

The affluent area next to it is covered by pools and villas, and the cups of cold are particularly eye-catching in the summer, and I hope to be able to talk and laugh with the girl who leans on it, but I can sigh and turn around and break the coffee cup in my hand. Although we know that only fools can always indulge in unrealistic fantasies, but in the face of the most stark contrast between the two worlds, it is difficult for people to turn stubborn obsession into hard work.

Broken pieces of glass on the ground only show incompetence, smiles will never be put on my face again to disguise melancholy, I try to deceive myself that I am living the best life, turning up the sound of the room to the maximum, and the moment my troubles are punctured by the voice, I sit in the place and feel the sun shine into my pupils. The feeling of being alive is so real, so real that in the end, the will is changed and cannot follow the passage of time.

But I really don't have the strength to turn back the clock, and I'm afraid that if I fail again, I will face cruel self-blame. There are too many old things in the streets outside that are covered in afterimages to form a track, and if you remember it, it will play slowly and melodyly, and it has not changed.

Greedy for pleasure like a child, disdainful of pandering to people's desires. Anyway, I couldn't feel the lost part of myself, and my mouth was trying to play a pantomime for someone, so that the fear that was trying to consume me would be completely destroyed.

Does anyone know where the wiped tears end up? When the raindrops fall into the lake, the fish should be the ones who want to swallow them first. I try to present what I want to describe in an interesting way, but I don't know if it's pleasing to myself. Where did all that wasted time go? I followed my original intention to the age of twenty-five, and then counted the days and went straight to the twenty-six-year-old who refused to accept my fate.

This is one of those who has forgotten the self of yesterday several times, and will think about whether he is willing to talk to me before someone opens up to talk to me in the elevator. will pretend to be a cynical rich handsome man who can overwhelm everyone in high-end occasions, so as to meet more attention. will pretend to be the good baby who was always a child in front of relatives to deceive the missing doting in his heart. Is all this real? Is the person in the mirror real? Trying to calm down and dissect only to become more numb.

Tell me, how can I cross the shady cliffs to the sunny grassland with the singing of birds and flowers on the opposite side? Because I feel that I have exhausted all means, it is difficult to get the comfort I dream of here. How powerless, the twinkling stars in the starry sky seem incompatible with the rainstorm on the earth, they all say that it will eventually disappear in a blink of an eye, and the same is true of those proud memories, which can only be eternally discarded.

The dusk is slowly pulling down the canopy, and the empty pool next to it is blowing more volatile. Phosphorescent flashed somewhere in the distance, and I wondered if there was a new life in the future, or if the old body was gone, but it was all the same, and the law that no one could change from beginning to end was emerging.

Only when all the painful grinds are gone through, will there be no pain. Anyway, everyone thinks so. That's what it's written in textbooks anyway. Anyway, the laughter coming from under the eaves elsewhere was enough to burst the eardrums. None of this has anything to do with me, none of it has anything to do with you.

When I stare at the white ceiling in a daze, when I can only hear the sound of breathing, how dead it must be at the moment. I felt that there was no shelter in this world to take me in, and I just wanted a deep hug to feel the joy of being alive, to pause everything for a moment.

It is only the position that is remembered in the heart, but what awakens from a dream becomes a prayer. When the wound is too deep, impulsive language will be spoken unconsciously, and how long will it continue like this before returning to normal life. It seems that the happiest thing has become to buy cheap goods one by one online. I have long forgotten what I learned from that girlfriend, I only remember that I was very poor at the time, and I couldn't help her pay for many items, and that disappointed expression pierced the self-esteem that a man should have.

The night is getting deeper, and the hustle and bustle of the city is getting louder, and I want to have an idea of home, how to depict it to be appropriate. Now drinking beer seems to have become the greatest contentment, isn't it a little scary? I asked Fang Min, "Will there be a moment when the tears will run out?" Fang Min came back to me bluntly, "Until the moment when you are no longer blind." "When will that be? It will be walking in the crowd and no longer lonely. There is a phone number that can be dialed anytime, anywhere. Turn up the sound of the stereo to the maximum so that no neighbors will disturb the people. Still, meet you.

Forget it, it's better to drink more when you drink, and dance solo in a one-person world. Let alcohol completely consume my desires, to create a desireless third world, and so inculcate ideas, and finally penetrate directly into the bone marrow. Away from the worries and pulling in the new life, for most people, the ethereal Skyclave should be the best.