When I was working, I saw the old uncle reading the physical book of the online text again, and half a year ago, I saw the old uncle obsessed with reading it all the time, and now too, the old uncle's job is to be a community administrator, reading books while taking care of the community. Yesterday, I saw someone criticizing that most of the online articles are not desirable, and only low-level ones will read them, which is similar to this description. In fact, what about the high and low? If the heart is bad, no matter how high the culture and literature are, there is no use for the birds, and the hundred schools of thought, Tang and Song poems are all high, but that's it.

If you don't think it's good-looking, then don't read it, why bother to care what others like to read, if you don't like to read it, you will talk coldly or sarcastically, how boring and narrow-minded you are, you think you are very literate, alas, you are just a barbaric and domineering or a pig's head. If you don't enter the mainstream, what's the matter, the honeycomb together is also the world, what is so humble and arrogant in life to engage in circles and groups, play a play, play a play, and be bright and natural, better than I'd rather be responsible for the world, and the people of the world will not teach the world to bear me.

I received a strange letter on Weibo, thinking it was an advertising letter, and the letter said that the most serious Weibo he had ever read was me... I didn't reply, first, because it couldn't be me, there were too many Weibo, and second, it didn't make sense even if it was me. I also received the wait to become my girlfriend, alas, I didn't come back, first, I was very poor, second, I was too busy to take care of myself, third, I was not very integrated with the world, fourth, maybe I was a very stupid thinker, and fifth, I just liked to talk in my spare time.

Feng Hong is gone, won't you accompany me?"You're already in the dark, is it useful to pity you?", "Have mercy on me?hahaha!". Daxi is in the sky, Daya is speechless, the avenue is drifting, and the rhyme is like coming. Under the side of the eyes, there is a sinking, true feelings intersect, love and righteousness are long howling, it is difficult to find a good confidant in a lifetime, the spectacular world is turbulent, a trace of laughter, three points of sorrow, sixty percent do not care, happy and do not care. Talking and laughing is not a sentiment, seeing the true master in a desperate situation, and being more comfortable is not there.

Waking up in a nightmare, the realm is not enough, there are dreams, dreams without spring, only nightmares, dreams, dreams, this dream is not a dream of the world, this dream is not another dream, waking up in a dream, being wasted in the world, dreaming in a dream, waking up from a dream is better than not waking up, but what about a dream that would rather not wake up?

In front of the store, the old woman is collecting paper garbage and bottles and cans that people don't want in this place to do recycling work, which can't be sold for a few dollars, and it is very meager and can be regarded as income. She must have wondered how the shop used to close early, why it was late late, and there were still people, I came to this shop and was used to leaving very late, and I wouldn't leave before 23 o'clock, the old woman was very polite and friendly, and was often worried that it would affect me, and I told her that it was okay at all. (To be continued.) )