I really don't know what I can use to pass this boring self-study time. The street lamp outside the window is on again. The sound of some children playing clearly reached their ears, pulling their thoughts back and forth. Once upon a time, I was also a stubborn child who only knew how to fight wildly all day. I didn't know how to go home until my mother urged me again and again. Once upon a time, I was also an ignorant teenager who remembered to review my lessons just before the exam. Time is like the water in the river behind the house, which flows away quietly without leaving a trace.

Suddenly I found that all the good things in my memory were gone from me, as if I had been living such a monotonous and pale life. What am I trying to do? Why did I stay there in a daze? Many question marks line up in my mind, just like the cooking line in the school cafeteria, which never shortens.

These inexplicable emotions only occur when the lights are turned on, which drives me to record.

The dim street lamps make me feel at home, and the rows of street lamps evoke my wandering throb. All contradictions are substantial and mixed. Maybe this is life. Right and wrong can never be separated, only one choice after another and the results that follow. You have the freedom to choose, but you can never give up until your heart stops beating.

When tall and straight trees are replaced by more tall and straight telephone poles, when red brick and brown tile houses are replaced by pink and white tall buildings, when innocence in childhood memories is polished away by time. We just started to know the world and were confused by its strangeness. In the brightly lit night, I just looked out of the window. Look at the yellow lights or white lights on in thousands of households. None of them are worrying about themselves.

Only then did I realize how small and ordinary I am to the world, and I gradually learned to put myself in different positions on different occasions to hide and change myself in order to become a supporting role in others' lives. I gradually understand that living is just a feeling of nothingness.

O(∩_∩)o I hope I can help you,

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