Author: Tang Tang (Le Yun)

I often feel lost, and now I choose a very different direction than before, but I also want to be white.

I like Camus's quote, "Life should have regularity." It's not a waste of life to spend two years figuring out something. "I can be confused, but I can't continue to let myself be confused.

"Shuaishuai, I've written it, I'll send it to you to see." Xue Jie has no experience in writing long tunes, so she can only write while studying, and if she doesn't understand, she will send a message to ask Master Moon Shadow Yunmeng, and it will be easy to finish, and it is already more than five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Okay, hard work, Bao'er, you send it over and I'll take a look." Depressed has been waiting for Xue Jie, and Depressed knows that when Xue Jie gets serious, no one wants to pay attention to it.

"Shengzhou Order: Love"

The rain turned into a fire. The dust flies in the sea, and the breeze has just passed.

The sound of the city is resting, and the thoughts are not stinting. The curtain of the small building. In the cage, the song did not end with love.

Even toward, the word seal lovesickness lock.

The emerald mustache should be even more so. The crowd swept by.

Devoted to a few days, living and dying together, hand in hand, right and wrong do not hide.

So far, at the end of the world, poetry is full of joy.

Thinking about it dripping into my heart, I am shy.

With just the joy, the knot is cloves.

The person who likes it is happy for a long time. Don't be afraid of the mountains and the moon.

Empty faith is wrong. It's hard to do it.

Wake up and regain consciousness, get solid leisure, and be broad for the white head.

Lingering, affectionate, frank and peaceful, laughing and happy.

Forget it, and there is no loneliness.

The poem is also endowed with red notes, and the heartfelt and inch by inch are broken.

How can Gu Idiot be good? Yin and wonderful, keep the true covenant.

All kinds of metaphors are wrong, think about it, it's all for him. I love you and me.

- Xue Jie

"Awesome, my treasure, Ness, it's so well written." After reading it depressed, he praised again and again, "It seems that I have to study more, otherwise, I won't be able to keep up with your footsteps, hehe." ”

"What's the matter, you are already very powerful, in my heart, no one can beat you." Xue Jie saw that she was depressed and liked this work, and she was also happy. After a hard day's work, the effort was finally not in vain.

This poem writes about Xue Jie and depression's acquaintance, acquaintance, love and stay, Xue Jie knows that it is not easy for herself and depression to go all the way, so when writing this poem, Xue Jie poured out all her emotions.

Xue Jie suddenly remembered Cai Kangyong's understanding of praise: every word of praise that was spoken was hidden behind an unspoken sentence of admiration. Compliments are not something that can be thrown around at no cost. If the instinct or attribute of an identity is uniformly emphasized and deified in the form of praise, it will create expectations for the person concerned and the entire group he represents, which can easily ignore the efforts and sacrifices of each individual individual, and in disguise demand a set of standards for everyone. However, depression's praise for Xue Jie is heartfelt and heartfelt, so Xue Jie is immersed in the joy of creation and cannot extricate herself.

On this day, Xue Jie had just finished studying, and suddenly received a message from Sister Hua, "The stranger is the easiest to feel warm and surprised, and the stranger is the easiest to make you feel cold and sad, adjust your mentality, don't let strangers control your emotions, my sister is the best." ”

Xue Jie sent a crying expression to Sister Hua, and another "Okay" to Sister Hua. ”

The real pressure is never brought by the outside world, but self-doubt and denial. I put a shackle on myself with my own hands, deliberately creating regrets, and making my heart feel the pleasure of being abused. It's like using a rope to slowly strangle yourself to suffocation, and the process is like falling into a fantasy of despair.

Always sharp, always stab yourself. No regrets, no compromises.

"Silly sister, those people on the Internet say just let them say it, the swans in the crow's world are guilty", Sister Hua continued to send a message to Xue Jie, "I don't know what happened to you in the past few days, your works are all hidden again." But my sister feels sorry for your grievances and others' incomprehension of you, hug. ”

"Thank you, sister, I love you. Sister, take care of yourself and don't let me worry. Xue Jie sent a message to Sister Hua.

If I ask myself what I am doing now and what I want to do in the future, I am like falling into a fog. I could have tolerated the darkness if I had not seen the sun, but it had made my desolation a renewed desolation. My pain and struggles are sometimes self-inflicted, and I am the one who is sad in the pain. It's not that I don't want to tell my sister what I've been through, it's that I want my sister to have a clean and clear sky.