5.13 Friday

At sunset, the treetops in the west are the footsteps of a decadent day.

I can't recall the content of the teacher's lecture at noon. During class; Leaning against the wall, looking at the blackboard, but there was no writing in his eyes. Looking at the empty corridor, the bell rang quietly, and the noisy sound revealed whose decadence and loneliness were. The words like the wind can't blow the slightest movement of the hair.

The bell rang alternately from the bell to the end of class, and the reincarnation was repeated again and again, and the content passed through was almost the same. The wind and clouds outside the window, time running for me, what does it matter if I sit in this classroom? I can't take away a cloud with me.

In the teacher's lecture, I can only use the word Shinobi to describe my feelings. Why did everything become so real indifference? I forgot who I was, and I don't want to think about it anymore. Run! So I took advantage of the war (the principal gave a lecture at the old school this afternoon, and some students could go to each class to listen to the lecture) and ran away to the river! When I'm in a bad mood, the not-so-beautiful scenery by the river can still give me the most real and beautiful comfort. Why didn't you walk a few steps and enter the Internet café? Then listen to the song. I met classmates I hadn't seen for a long time here, but I was no longer surprised in my heart. But why can't I forget to go to the evening self-study on time? Finally, before the bell rang, I entered the classroom with half of the wall missing.

I never thought I would be so decadent. That's what Old Ray said to me, and he said himself. A group of decadent people, no, can't be counted as a group, because they are all scattered. A few decadent people talked about their ideals and their future together, but they never felt that the future was dark.

This world is not dominated by anyone, so it is not slandered by those "inspiring" words. The world still has our value, and even the most humble people have their own admirers. Comfort and encourage each other. I really don't know what this encouragement is, is it an unrealistic advance encouragement or what?

One person is decadent and lonely, two people are decadent and happy, and a group of people are decadent and degenerate. What is the difference between decadence and depravity? Decadence refers to depression of the will and mental inadequacy, while depravity is the change of thought and behavior to the bad. To go too far is to degenerate, and to be decadent is to be degenerate. At least in my heart.

One thinks about it for too long before it realizes that everything is like this. We will not be degraded because of the failure of the goal, nor will we run away from it because we are afraid of difficulties. The scenery is beautiful because it passes by, and life is wonderful because it is fulfilling. The days are like pages of paper, recording the past, and the Chopin song of happiness and sadness is the real beauty.

There is too much smoke and rain in this world, and there are too many beautiful circles.

There are many roads and many scenery, but the roads chosen are different, so they can't experience each other's happiness.