Friday, March 11

Ordinary days, if there is no good psychological quality to support, after a long time, you will find that the water that does not seem to flow is full of corrosive breath.

Every day, I learn the same, I don't change, and I don't have many new things to relieve my tired heart. Watching the sun rise and sunset, it is very dull. The days went by like water. An unfirm heart can't bear the blandness of this. Slowly, there is a qualitative change, the good will become bad, and the bad may become good.

The original excellent results were later retreated to the end and lost the goal of their struggle. The self-willed depravity, once glorious, now seems like irony. I can no longer find that sunny and energetic self, so I am lost, lost in the virtual world. Distinguish between good and bad, and who can be saved if they are willingly deceived. The gentle voices of others will be covered by their own false happy voices, and they will be trapped deeply, as if they can never get out again, and they don't want to get out again.

Loneliness, sadness, grievances, pain, only tears know, only the former self knows. If you have a lot of things on your back, you can no longer run fast, and if you are a little behind, you don't want to chase anymore. Let others run, you can only turn a blind eye, you can't taste the taste of flowers, you can only experience the taste of tears. How many people have run together, worked hard, and studied hard together for ten years, just for the belonging of the last halo of glory. In the midst of it, you will find that there are too many things that will always develop in a place that no one can take care of, and you will find that there are too many things to choose and choose from, and after that, you will gain a lot.

When you calm down, look at the people around you, and inexplicable emotions will always come unexpectedly. What will happen in the future? Who will associate with whom deeply? Will you get along like you do now after you integrate into society? Too many questions can be confusing and make people a little tired. The days of being in Cao Ying's heart and Han are not numbered, and I live slowly, carefully observing my own changes.

I don't want to stop and think about it, because I'm afraid of falling behind more, I don't want to write down that trivial matter, because I'm afraid of forgetting. One day, when I only know how to read, I'm afraid I'll never remember who wrote these words. Time will erase the way we came, and we will talk about our goals, and only by writing them out can we not lose them. Forget the past, we still have the present and the future, the past is always the past, it cannot change our present and future.

Too often, I have to learn to applaud myself, be my own real audience, and taste the style of my own solo dance.