Time is the coldest of all, and even if all objects in the universe have life and soul, it will not include time. Because no matter who is with it, they give everything to it, but they have never seen anyone forgiven by time, so all that can be stolen from time is memories. But memories are also among the strangulation of time, everything turns into ashes, sand, and wind.

The wind is the source of memories, and the more violent the wind, the more it can arouse the calmness, insignificance and faint sadness of the witnesses. The power of nature makes the world quiet, and after the noise of human indulgence is replaced by the cry of the vast and infinite natural wildness, it can make the tired human beings who are tired of the hustle and bustle quietly alone in their own hearts.

So he stared straight out of the dusty window, staring straight out at the wild wind, roaring like a childish and mad beast that had lost its nurse, as if he were not looking at the world under the wind, but singing for time. His hair was unkempt, his face was delicate, his face was a little pale, his slightly frowning eyebrows revealed a little melancholy, his eyes looked out of the window melancholy, and a little self-deprecating laughter was inadvertently revealed, like a troubadour who had wandered for ten thousand years.

He let out a desolate sigh and walked out of the empty dormitory alone, without looking back, into the vast wind.

When I was a teenager, I understood this world and tasted this deadly pain!

I don't want to be changed by the laws and laws of the world, I don't know anything about this world, I just want to live a dull life.

I don't have the ability and confidence to resist time and the world, and on this endless road, I can only go to the darkest place alone in despair!

He held up a piece of paper in his hand, on which was one of his favorite poems. His face was a little reluctant and resentful, and finally turned into a long sigh, and he tore the paper into pieces in three or two strokes, opened the window roughly, and threw them out, like discarded memories in the wind.

When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty

I still stubbornly lay out the ashes of disappointment

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future

When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew

When my flowers snuggle up to someone else's feelings

I still stubbornly use the withered vines of frost

Write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future

I'm going to use my fingers to the waves that rush to the edge of the sky

I will hold the sea of the sun with the palm of my hand

Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn

Write in a child's pen: Believe in the future

The reason why I firmly believe in the future

It is the eyes of people who believe in the future

She has eyelashes that sweep away the dust of history

She has the pupils to see through the pages of time

Regardless of people's perception of our rotten flesh

The melancholy of being lost, the pain of failure

It is a tearful feeling of emotion and deep sympathy

Or give a contemptuous smile and a spicy mockery

I'm a firm believer in people's trust for our backbone

Those countless explorations, lost, failures, and successes

We will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation

Yes, I anxiously await their assessment

Friends, believe firmly in the future

Believe in indomitable efforts

Believe in the youth that triumphs over death

Believe in the future and love life

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Who are you

Do you want power? the supreme power

strength

You are really miserable now! You are bullied, excluded, insulted, and ignored every day, you are really like a lowly worm, no dream, no direction, no hope, no power, status, wealth, women, and more importantly, you can only enjoy it silently, hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!ha

Like, you guy, you're right

Of course, by the way, you are born with calamity! That is, you will be unlucky in eternal life, and whoever touches it will be unlucky, hahahahahaha!!!!

You-are here to laugh at me? yes, huh

How can you be the master of the forbidden calamity? Actually, I really doubt that this is just a dream, heh

I'm just a piece of shit

Mu Yiva, you're going to get what you want soon, I'll leave you some information about it, and it will be a little help to you at that time, after all, fate is good, I'm leaving, uh, it's a little strange to say this

Are you telling the truth what I want? These vague fragments in my head are what you call "it"? I don't know who you are, but this is the first time someone has given me this piece of rubbish, and I'm looking forward to it, I hope it's like you say

Something I want!

The young man opened his eyes, revealing a look of confusion, and then seemed to think of something, raised his head and looked around, but only saw that the bedroom where he lived every day was still empty, there was no one, and the wind was howling outside the window. There was some anticipation in the young man's eyes, but it only flashed, and then dimmed a little, and a wry smile appeared on his face as if he was self-deprecating, and he shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

The sky in the distance was still muddy and dull yellow, and in the blink of an eye, the clouds moved rapidly, the wind was howling, pushing and grabbing everything that dared to block its progress, the branches of the trees were like turning hula hoops, and the shrubs and weeds in the school flower beds were desperately trying to straighten their waists, but they were ruthlessly pressed down by the wind.

The sky seemed to be a little darker in a trance, there were a few strange streamers in the infinite sky, flashing with spiritual and majestic light, dense clouds piled up together, like a pile of cotton wool stacked with loose silver, and then like the boiling steam of the boiler, the sea of clouds churned, unpredictable, and endless. One by one, one scene at a time, squeezed together layer upon layer, thick like a continent. If you can get a full glimpse of it, it looks like a huge eye!!!!!!!

At this time, the giant eye that was originally closed slowly opened, and in an instant, the sky dimmed, the mighty power like the end of the world raged and rioted, the endless clouds turned into dark clouds, the gray-purple thunder current moved flexibly like a dragon and snake, and the brilliant color turned into the pupils of giant eyes, and the dreamlike flow waves made people feel weird, as if an unprecedented catastrophe was coming