Where there's sunshine, there's shadow. I am a maggot hiding in the shadows of the optimistic and cheerful sun, chewing on the nutrients in the garbage.

Everything they say is for, not to be worthy, I will have no self, it makes me feel distanced, because these assurances are not said to me, I am just a maggot in the shade and wetland.

I don't want to talk about the past anymore, there aren't many people who dwell on it, but it's already exhausting me. I want to go to the prairie by myself, light a bonfire at night, sit by the tent and talk about life with the locals or friends who go there looking at the night sky.

This kind of empty and empty situation, but the same troublesome feeling of yarn entangled together, just thinking about it, makes people very comfortable.

Sometimes I feel that time is fast, and I can't finish things in a hurry, and sometimes I feel that time has frozen, and my whole body is immersed in time, looking at the blue sky near winter, the very neat but not dense white poplar trees, and the wind with the sound of leaves.

If the wind had any color, it would be the white of this cypress. My whole tense person relaxed.

I feel that the surroundings look strange, it turns out that I am walking with my head down, the world is only a little bit in my heart, and now I find that there is winter sunshine in the world, winter sunshine and blue sky, winter poplar and cypress trees, all of which are very beautiful colors, at least much better than those tuned out by the computer.

If it weren't for the nosebleeds I had and dyed a white jacket, and I was embarrassed to wash my face and come out to take a look, and I wouldn't have found such a look even in the past six months, I felt like I hadn't relaxed for a long time.

That's right, I'm going to look up now, it's a very vast environment, and I'm just looking at the soles of my feet. Looking up, the sky is still very clear.

The sun shines on the cypress leaves, the sunny side is emerald green, the shade is turquoise, and the willow trees by the lake are the same, the sun in winter is much gentler than in summer, especially on the way to the classroom without hurrying.

I sometimes feel like I'm the main character, and the things around me always brighten up when I'm almost out of breath, as if they're encouraging me to keep going, and I'm very touched if someone is really watching me.

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