I was not bold and attentive enough at work, and I failed. Lessons learned!

I saw more than 20,000 photos on my colleague's mobile phone, nearly 1,000 of mine, 900 photos of work and Luo Xiaoyun, and 100 of myself. Mobile phones change living habits, without mobile phones seem to be not able to work very well, and it seems that they can't survive in the city, and it also becomes that you can leave you, you can't leave your phone, just like you can not kiss you for a day, but you can't not smoke, you can't not drink or coffee or water or tea, but ah!

The untimely singing, from the abyss from the void from the world, from the beacon fire, the song of tangible timbre, is the master, the master came to the lonely avenue to wait for the music emperor, but after all, it is empty, and the music emperor who broke out of the road is not on the road. The master is lonely, chanting three tones, a sound like the earth, a sound like a desperate situation, a sound to the sky, the sound of the sky to the goddess of fate in the pantheon, through the sound, fate saw the vicissitudes of a beauty, how is the beauty without the vicissitudes of life!

Fate remembered the unrestrained king of the sprinkle, sprinkled in the north, and free in the south. The king is too arrogant, he has no ability and is arrogant, the goddess of fate doesn't like such a man who is born proud of the world, fate likes to sprinkle, and the moon and the moon are both beautiful men, a man of the sky and a man of the earth, the moon has a god of elegance and knows each other, and the fate is lonely, fate wants to sprinkle, but it is the king of the king who is fighting with the devil when he is fighting for the top of the world, and he was attacked by the first beautiful god and fell into the fairy and demon realm.

Desires can not be satisfied, the goddess of fate has become very cold, but also become extremely realistic, simply say that you are alive or alive she doesn't care and doesn't matter, like looking at the eyes of the dust, the fate in the pantheon, tears, not for the common people, not for heaven and earth, not for love, she just naturally shed tears into rain, no tears of confidants!

I can see that the most beautiful thing is love, the demon head of Prajna said loyally. The goddess of fate with an unbelievable face, suspicious, when she heard the sound of the sky again, as if she heard the call of the lover, he was sprinkled because of love, it should be like this, the goddess of fate knew why she was infatuated with the king of the sky, and smiled from tears. In the midst of the pantheon, on a verdant grassland, under the sky, the god of thought exclaimed, "Only those who defeat the enemy in the wind and frost can have beauty." (To be continued......)