Photos spanning twenty years, it seems that nothing has changed, and it seems to be about to change to the threshold, this diary is getting harder and harder to write, it's strange, it's easy to write with you, she said it's meaningless, but she still read it, I have to say it's all for you, all my periods, she said she likes short hair, I'm too lazy to take care of my appearance, my heart is boring and connected to the endless sky, it's difficult to pass through the boring world, and outside the end is another peaceful world of freedom and boundlessness, and it's a thousand colors through it.

Origin and extinction, there is no meaning, there is no need for meaning, you need to live, and you need to be free, free, free, what are you doing, there is only the most basic thought to be free, there is only one person's freedom, there is no everyone's freedom, where are you? I don't know, where am I? I'm typing, typing on the earth, typing on my phone, knocking at the fastest speed, knocking at the slowest speed, anyway, I don't know where you are, anyway, you don't know me.

Dealing with the reader's return to China, I just finished my return, I saw a friend and a colleague drinking and barbecuing, my friend said that I was getting thinner and thinner, I smiled and said hello! My book is difficult to understand, and it is not good-looking, it is really fantastical, I can't read it myself, but there are a very small number of readers who like it, and I am also dizzy, probably not because I like my book, but because I like my person and personality! I think Huang Yi's Broken Void and Fengshen Ji are difficult to make into a movie, and my readers say that mine is even more difficult.

The wind on the riverside stirs the rippling mood, in fact, I don't want to talk, I look at the world with a slight smile, work hard, be patient in photography, and have to endure in order to take a picture in my heart, unlike him who pats his ass casually and leaves, he must not have the patience to slowly ponder the world of photography, because photography has never been his interest, he has just to look at me, look at the beauty, but he is like looking at art, God knows what this guy thinks in his heart?

The wind blowing by the river gently stroked her hair, she never asked me what I loved her the most, I liked her long hair, why I liked it, hopelessly liked, I felt so happy when I looked at her smiling expression, I felt so happy, in this hurried life, I also looked at her busy work, full and down-to-earth, occasionally like a Chongqing hot girl counterattacking some slander, everything I see, she is light and light as a naughty child, naïve and sophisticated!

From morning to six o'clock in the evening, at the moment waiting for the customer's appointment, using this time to write words, the customer may miss the appointment, I don't care, do my best, listen to the destiny of heaven, force can't, if I can lie down, I will fall asleep immediately, how good, but sleep can not type, and do not have to put three chairs lying together, yawn, intentional and casual, casual and unintentional, unintentional and intentional, the clash of ideas, the peak is crazy, Chinese style, a swarm of bees, the world is abundant, love autumn maple. (To be continued......)