Quietly telling sunshine, music and words, my favorite. Devotion, just now. I can't predict and decide the future. If one day I don't love, I will want to be a free wanderer and see the loneliness behind the prosperity of the city. The sadness in my ear is diffuse gently, so I sit quietly in the sun, and the warm joy is beyond words. Everything outside the window is still. Occasionally, a few birdsongs and the piano sound of the girl in the front building formed a wonderful symphony, so I fell asleep quietly, bathed in warmth. I woke up suddenly because my subconscious said in my dream that if you were found, you would be finished. Then, I opened my sleepy eyes and looked around, suddenly feeling very strange. Everything is the same. Rot. Face learning, abuse and ridicule. Only by adhering to the spirit of "forbearance". Seemingly tough, it will break at the touch. How things started, but not how they ended. Everything now is just the past, and everything will be fine. Everything will be fine. Just like last night, I didn't see the stars all over the sky, but today the sun is still shining on the earth. I saw new buds on the branches, and it was another spring. The flowers on that road are in full bloom, and the pink and delicate beauty makes people fondle it. The sun gave it warmth, gave me shelter and gave me the warmth I wanted. Well, within reach. Listen, the sound of flowers blooming. It is so warm and dazzling that it is worth replacing with something in my life. However, what can I show off? Updated the avatar of the blog. The woman stood in the busy street under the dim light, and the bright light of Deng Huachu made her more lonely. I can't find the way back. I said I wouldn't cry, but my eyes began to boil. You can see the colorful and prosperous urban landscape on the subway station, and only hear the wind whispering in your ear, a grand desolation about the loss, escape and loneliness of youth. Walking in the crowded street, I will keep looking forward or subconsciously look up at the sky, so empty, it must be very lonely, but no one listens. Occasionally, the big bird flapped its wings lightly and passed by it. When it was too late to pay attention, it took the full cabin to a farther place, but it could not escape from its palm. A new woman. The woman stood alone in the sun with a bunch of flowers in her hand. She was very pious and came to me with gentle eyes ... I fell down. I am willing to replace the grand desolation with a day of confession and waiting for the result. Let the flowers bloom in in my heart forever. I'm no longer used to talking at my fingertips with old yellow paper. Because I don't want to look back and remember those years that passed like songs. Shi still smiles so gently and likes to use a yellowed diary. The letter sent by the girl was made of the kind of paper he usually used, which really excited him for a while. Many times, I always listen to what I think is the essence of the world by myself in front of the window, listen to the sound of flowers blooming so fragile, listen to the sadness of years flowing like a river, and listen to those emotional entanglements that have nothing to do with me. Occasionally, tears rolled over ...................................................................................................... I put the teacher's left emphasis and right emphasis behind me and laughed off what I said as a joke. Get out of here if you are frivolous and ignorant! It's not surprising that I can find the same feelings and similarities in the fourth grade, but when my fingertips slipped gently and stayed in front of sharp words, I was lost in thought, and the feeling of sadness came to my mind bit by bit, and finally I formed resentment. Not to mention complaining, in fact, the world is like drinking cold water, knowing yourself. Seemingly calm, in the eyes of others, it is a sense of self-satisfaction. Only I know, but my heart has been drifting with the tide, leaving me feeling powerless and accessible. I think only when I am writing and falling asleep listening to music can I really calm down, but I am not at ease. Writing, I am telling my sins to calm my mind and confess my sins. The latter gave me a temporary and peaceful relief. When the earphone cord was unplugged from my ear, I saw the "bull's head and horse's face" one by one. They pestered, chased, bloodthirsty, shouted, cursed and died in my dreams. Every dream in ..................................................................................................... was a nightmare. Many times, as long as I feel a little sleepy and close my eyes, the nightmare will continue, and the fragments will be connected into my fear, as if someone is behind me, just like a marionette. In my dream, I kept running, avoiding one chase after another, listening to one abuse after another, and yelling at the people in front one after another until I became hysterical ... What kind of pious confession can make my fear of death clearer? I'm afraid of dreaming. Please give me a dreamless sleep, ok? Forever wounds and sins are a kind of depth from which we can't extricate ourselves.

Did I give it in time?