Many of the books of the League are gone, especially the books of the novices of the League, which is called the change of the world! In any case, insist on yourself, believe in yourself, never leave, and those who really love books are happy and have no regrets, just as human beings can bear me, I can't bear people, because I am a real person. Encourage with friends!

It was raining again, and when I came home late, I often had nowhere to stop the locomotive, so I had to stop where I couldn't stop and ride away in the morning. I hate rainy days, because there are many things to do, and there are many things that I don't have time to do, no wonder they all say do their best, do what they can, enjoy everything, go with the flow, and know everything. Calm your mood and listen to the sound of raindrops outside the window, do more work when the weather is good, do elegant things when the weather is bad, read, listen to songs, reflect, watch TV and movies, laugh!

On the way home on a motorcycle, I thought of Nanshan Nange, thought of nothing to cause trouble, thought of destroying myself, thought of finding someone to love me, but I want me to love me, it's so difficult! Haha! How many wind and rain have blown, drifting to the end, it turns out that Luomo is synonymous with me, love and hate are intertwined, who can tell me, what is scattered in my life? Why is this moment, all wandering? I forgot the lyrics, Qu Youliang sang, the song I heard when I was young is called a hero.

Actually, I didn't teach her anything, because I didn't have the time and mood to teach her, and because I didn't teach her, she naturally knew something, referring to music creation. In fact, my music skills are too high and unique, so I can't teach more, at most I can help her create better, but the good here is only in line with the world, and it doesn't have much meaning. I can't protect myself, I've been seventeen, two, seven, three or seven years old... It's been going back and forth with time.

The picture was made by the apprentice with a book friend, writing a diary haha! I used to write about it on the Qimo blog, but it fell, so I wrote it here. There are a few more mainland readers, of course, I write at will, the only drawback is that it is written on the Internet, and it is deleted, which is super unpleasant, but there is no way, the decision is not in my hands, I just have more freedom, but also to speak and write freely. Life is so short, why don't you have it?

"Clear stream, she lies in shallow water, the sun is red, the mountains and rivers are smooth and tender, and the stream flowing down from the top is clear and clear, accompanied by the wind, and the body and mind are comfortable. "People are like flowers" a piece of crooked sound fluttering in my heart, make your body my piano string, gently caress and pluck over and over again, the starry sky is the stage, the heaven and the earth are the audience, loneliness is a score, loneliness is a song, "the sky is long", when the breeze blows, smile slightly!" (to be continued......)