I have never felt a little bit about winter, maybe it's because winter freezes people's minds more often, no matter when they are either tired in the quilt or lying in a certain place to enjoy the artificial warmth of the sun. Most of the time, I have forgotten that in addition to spring, summer, and autumn, there is also a harsh winter that tests people's will to face in addition to spring, summer, and autumn, and more choose to escape, nest in the warmth and not think about anything in this freezing season, just wait silently, wait, wait, and wait.

I don't know if I've ever faced a real choice, but at least after more and more vicissitudes of life, what I have done the most is to wait calmly and calmly before choosing, waiting for me to make my own decision. No one can tell me whether this is the right thing to do, at least I didn't realize that there was anything else to do behind this, waiting was my only decision, just like when this winter came, I thickened my clothes early, and put myself in a warm and closed environment early, so as to reduce my heat loss and reduce the opportunity to fight against the air.

The world gives us a lot of space to associate, just like an advertising slogan a long time ago, if we lose association, what will the world be like! Indeed, without association, no one knows what the world is like. Because it is precisely because of association and thinking that human beings have advanced and thought that human beings have made progress day by day to the present, and the world has changed day by day to the present. And avoiding the choice has become one of the biggest characteristics of "progress". At least that's how I am, maybe it's an evolutionary failure, maybe life has taught me that, and I haven't realized some of the life that others have learned.

The world is changing day by day, what can we, as small as sand in this world, do anything? I at least know that there is very little I can do, and even if I have a spirit of giving, I am still so insignificant, and even when I feel helpless, this spirit becomes a reason to close myself. Every day we play different roles, sometimes we feel that this role is very tired, sometimes we feel that this role is very relaxed, but in the face of fatigue and lightness, we often lack choices, not because we are unwilling to choose, but because we have no choice at all. So even if it's a moment of relaxation, it's a luxury in the process of life, although it's not despair, but where is the hope? Looking back at that momentary discovery, or is it the appearance of a long time after working hard for it?

For many years, I have thought that it is easiest to face the choice of life, because life does not come from yourself, so you have no right to decide the death of life, but in the face of the death of life, it is also because life does not come to the world through your own decision, since you have no dominance, then you don't have to care so much about the coming and going of life. I thought that this was the most difficult thing to figure out when faced with a choice, so I was able to keep smiling a few times when my life was about to or had already faced such a choice. So when I was still alive in this world, although it was not a miracle, at least this kind of "perseverance" was already a rare understanding of life in the eyes of others. But I still found that I was really stupid, because I still didn't understand what was really the most difficult choice, maybe there were, as I said at the beginning, when winter came, we chose more of an escape, to avoid those choices that would be difficult in our eyes, and the real difficult choices have hardly been really faced, I admit my failure, because I am protecting myself from the cold in winter.

In the middle of the night, sleeping is a kind of rest, but many times sleeping has become a fundamental escape, always thinking that everything will be better when you wake up, but when you find that this does not solve the problem again and again, time has become an excuse, but this excuse can no longer be given to yourself when you find yourself cowardly, and life gradually formed to wait for the escape of choice.

I don't know why I suddenly have a feeling that I can't write, and the chaotic text reveals a feeling that has nothing to do with the mood, and the mood does not continue into the text. This may be the true embodiment of my involuntary choice, just like turning off all the lights at the moment, only the little reflection of the display screen pierced my eyes, but I had to keep my eyes open and look carefully at the words typed out by each finger. And the sound of the night conveys the feeling of never sleeping, and the feeling of night in this little space that I stubbornly guard also needs to close the windows and doors, and risk being suffocated by the night. The painter exaggerated the use of a strong hand reaching out to the sky to express a longing, and at this moment I need a dangerous silence to make sure that my mental space can remain a simple integrity.

Cigarettes will always reduce the oxygen content and increase the temperature of the air, although it is very weak, but it can reach an unimaginable degree in a certain period of time. This is the backlog, and when the backlog reaches a certain point where it cannot be released, the explosion is the inevitable result. None of us can be completely sure when we will have an explosion and what the situation will be, and sometimes we may choose to open a window to relieve stress, and secretly like this winter is quietly coming, we secretly escape, there will never be a day when the explosion will appear!